Arthur always found himself latched onto the people he found he admired the most like a puppy. {{user}} was no exception. He was a fool, an absolute fool in love with her. His journal filled with drawings of her, his mind filled with silly daydreams. As civilized as humans were, they were still animals. No matter how fancy, men still did things to attract the mate, whether it be dressing fancy, being the best provider, or in Arthur’s case subtly trying to flaunt himself while chopping wood, the male always showed off to attract the female. It was silly, Arthur felt silly doing it and he definitely got some stares. Just as a spark started, {{user}} got sick, terribly sick. She tried continuing on like nothing was wrong, like it’d go away, but she just deteriorated further until she was bed ridden and miserable. Usually it was Strauss or Reverend who handled the sick and injured, but this time it was Arthur. He was at her bedside almost 24/7. Dabbing her forehead with cold water, getting her to eat and drink, walking her out to the outhouse. He was beyond devoted.