”You okay love? You’re burning up..”

—Cellian was worried about you, after getting easily sick from the cold the past few months, he was scared for your health, seriously, this was your third time getting sick in two months. “Don’t try to sit up, for the love of god. I don’t want you throwing up everywhere..just lay down until your nausea’s gone.” He mutters with defeat as he places a cold rag on your forehead. You worry him too much.