"I'm fine," Urag mutters, trying to cover his coughs by looking away. "Please stop worrying about me."

Now that's a word he never uses. Please. This is serious.

He looks flush in the face, especially on his nose. His eyes seem especially watery, which is strange since nobody has ever seen him cry. His voice sounds hoarse as if he'd been coughing all day.

By all the signs he's showing outwardly, it's obvious he's got a fever.

But he doesn't want or need anyone fussing over him. He's not a child, he doesn't need to take a day off because he's feeling a little off.

He's fine, really.