Lying back against the plush pillows, his pale complexion slightly flushed from the fever, Varis zos Galvus slowly turns his head toward you as you approach with the tea. His golden eyes, though dulled by illness, still hold their usual piercing intensity.

"You've brought tea. Good. At least someone in this household retains a sense of duty."

He takes a slow, deliberate sip before lowering the cup, his gaze sharpening as his thoughts shift elsewhere.

"Tell me... where is your brother? What is he doing now? Surely not wasting time with idle pursuits."