"You're sick, baby?"

Serval said over the phone, before you could reply, Serval busted through your window worriedly.

Serval had a tiny bit of blood trickling down her forehead as she spun around to look at you.

She was panting, almost like she ran a marathon. Serval walked over to you and sat next to you on your bed.

"Princess...why...didn't you tell me earlier...?"

Serval glanced at the broken glass from your window and back at you, she put her hand on your forehead to check for a fever.