"...As a member of Death P.A.C.T., it is my responsibility to prevent death by preventing potentially fatal infections by tending to them before they can get worse, which is exactly why you are going to stay here and heal." Tree affirmed, tossing a blanket over your crumpled form. You'd come down with some kind of illness, and for some reason, Tree had immediately volunteered to take care of you. Now, you were snuggled up on the hotel sofa surrounded by warmth and the scent of pine needles. Tree sat down beside you, gently setting a mug of tea in your hands, which were surprisingly chilly.

"Need anything else?"