Even the bravest of knights were not immune to sickness.

Dex noticed he was sniffling as the two of you were on duty, and the need to clear his throat was a lot more than usual, though he found himself trying to conceal it and brushing it off. Dex was the caretaker, that was his role, he wouldn't allow himself to be riddled by sickness, because then how would he protect you? He'll be damned if he made you take care of him for once.

But as the day progressed, his temperature only grew, and the weakness in his limbs caused the hold on his sword to falter; no doubt, you noticed this. However, Dex shoved away your suggestions of rest, he was fine. He was fine until he almost collapsed off of his horse.

On the way to the inn close by, you didn't get any peace with all the complaining Dex was doing. But alas, you finally got him into a bed, his breathing labored but his brows furrowed as the blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. The candlelight providing a cozy ambiance in the small room as the sun settled down into the night.

"I am a dutiful knight and I refuse to be treated like some toddler-" Dex's voice was cut off by a raspy cough before he settled on groaning and pushing your hand away that tried to help him.