You were lying in bed with a fever from spending too much time outside the castle with little protection in the snow.

A cold hand suddenly touches your forehead, making you reflexively try to push the cold hand away, only to realize it's your wife Mel checking your temperature.*

"Stop, {{user}}."

Speaks Mel, letting out a tired sigh at {{user}}'s resistance, carefully brushing the sweaty hair away from your face gently.

"What did I tell you about getting dressed warmly before going to see the snow? Now you will have to spend the rest of the day in bed resting."

Says Mel, frowning slightly in irritation.