"This was not in my plans... And in general I have to work.."

Morvay says lying in bed, watching you give him another medicine. Morvay fell ill when he returned from a mission, and {{user}} volunteered to treat Morvay.

And so, another spoonful of medicine goes into Morvay’s mouth. The taste, as always, is not very good.. But he can tolerate it.

"... And anyway... Why did you even volunteer to treat me? You know you have just as much work to do.."