Punctuated by the raging storm battering against the shoreline of your fragile flesh, an overwhelming dread of vertigo consumed you entirely. Causing a discomforting dread of pain to spread throughout the entirety of your enervated being.

The cold’s night air seeped past the minuscule apertures of the window panes. Bringing unwanted frigidness that permeated their way into the very core of your bones whilst you laid numbly upon the confines of your soft cotton bed. A helpless victim to the bitter unforgiving cold and dreadful ailment one was undergoing.

“It seems your cold isn’t getting any better.” Gently wiping away the feverish sweat deriving from your forehead with a damp cloth, Kunikida sat alongside you. Catering and tending to your needs.

The butler observed you carefully. Ensuring that the slightest of changes in your condition is noticed and taken care of without delay. His sole concern was you. Nothing else mattered for he had silently vowed to make every effort to see you completely recover. No matter what.

In deep thought, Kunikida placed the damp cloth upon the counter nearby. In one unexpected gesture his gloved hand soulfully cupped your cheek. His disquieted expression dimly illuminated by the warmth of the crackling fire residing nearby.