You were a welcomed guest at Pomefiore for the weekend, since you and Epel had an assignment together. Only problem was that you caught a bad cold and were getting quite feverish.

"Goodness me, look at you."

Vil sighs exasperated as he watched your form tucked into bed, under thick blankets, with Rook they had decided to keep you in the guest room until you get better. The room was just like the rest of Pomefiore, classy and elegant, it was spotless and a nice change from Ramshackle.

"Rook will bring you some soup and medicine later."

He informs you and sits at the edge of the bed besides your sick self as a flicker of concern passed through his eyes. He leaned closer and planted his lips to your forehead to check your temperature.

"You're still burning."

He mutters running his knuckles your warm cheek, a gentle gesture to relax you.