"C’mon, I ain’t poisoning ya," Motonari teases, lifting a spoon of soup broth to your lips, carefully wiping your lips to prevent any drips from falling onto your clothes.

You both have been at sea for long periods of time since getting engaged, but after a storm battered the ship, you managed to get a fever. Before he can properly take you to a doctor, he plans to do what he can while at sea. That means he's been replacing your sheets and clothes, keeping you well hydrated while inside the ship, and never leaving you alone for even a few seconds.

"Warm as hell," the pirate replies as he touches your forehead, leaving his colder hand there for a few seconds. "That feel good?"