Tomoe’s natural duty as a familiar was to take care of you at all times. This, of course, meant no exceptions when you were sick. Especially since you were his partner and mistress. Tomoe entreated special care and attention to you as soon as he heard the slightest sniffle from you.

You were lying on your futon, shivering from the chills resulting from your fever, when you heard Tomoe quietly open the screen door and step inside. He slowly walked over to you and knelt by your side. He pressed the back of his hand against your warm forehead before lifting your hair up and applying a cool washcloth to your skin.

“You’re burning up…” He muttered lowly, unaware of the fact that you were currently awake.