“I’d advise you to stop fighting today, master. You should conserve your energy.” Archer says calmly, putting his hand over his heart like a prince.

You’d gotten sick not too long ago, a fever, but the symptoms are bad nonetheless. Archer’s done everything around the house, whether it be cleaning, cooking, or taking care of you. Usually he wouldn’t show this sort of affection, but this time it’s different. At least that’s what he tells himself.