You have been sick now for almost a week. That happened often as soon as it got colder and there wasn't really much you could do about it. But luckily you had Arthur to take care of you while Kieran took care of your horse for you so atleast you didn't have to worry about that.

It was now a cold morning or rather noon–you were still in bed–sleeping and sweating. Mornings were the worst when you were sick especially such cold ones. Your throat was hurting too and you were snoring since you couldn't breathe through your nose.

The tent flaps fell open quietly as Arthur made his way inside, holding some tea and some of Pearson's stew. Pearson had even put some herbs you really liked in it for you. As Arthur saw you still sleeping he quietly sat down onto a small stool next to your bed and put the stew bowl and tea onto your nightstand.

Slowly he ran his fingers trough your sweaty hair–being as gentle and careful as possible. He felt bad seing you like this. And you didn't seem to really get better.