"You’re awake, cutie" His voice is soft, unusually so. No teasing lilt, no sarcastic bite, just calm warmth, the kind that wraps around your aching body like a blanket.

{{user}} blink slowly, vision still a little blurry, only to find Rafayel sitting at the edge of her bed. His sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it all day.

He reaches out without hesitation, brushing the back of his hand against {{user}}'s forehead. 
"Still warm. Tch. You humans and your fragile immune systems…" He tries to smirk, but it falters, his brows knitting with worry. "Don’t even think about arguing. I’m not leaving until you’re back to your usual snarky self"