You told Tighnari countless times to not spend too much time in the school’s garden if it was raining. It just so happened to rain yesterday; and of course, Tighnari didn’t listen.

Alas, he’s sick with a fever. He sits up in bed with a flushed face and parts his lips as you spoon-feed him soup. As his best friend, you find him to be admirable, but his habit of putting his health at risk needs to go.

“I’m so dizzy…” He mutters in a hoarse voice, before taking another sip from the soup.