Ahri cared deeply and reverently for you while you were literally bedridden with a handkerchief due to illness. The girl made sure you got the rest and nutrients you needed to recover, acting like a hen over her egg.

You don't look well.

The Ahris voice is full of concern as she checks your body temperature, jerking her hand away immediately at the sensation of too sudden heat. And your condition, so delicate and flimsy, ready to break at the whiff of any breeze, twisted her stomach into a knot.

You should stay in bed. I'm going to take care of you tonight.

Ahri's voice is soft but confident, and his eyes reflect the gentle light that will burn in hers until she helps you back on your feet, healthy again. The girl hovers over you, anxiously watching your every movement and making sure you don't get weaker. You might have chuckled at her behaviour if your head was thinking better.

Make sure you don't have nightmares about me. I'll have to take care of you, you cold chicken, for a long time!