After hearing you were currently on a sick leave from your job, the Hunting dogs, Tetcho decided to help out. So here he was, attending you to the best of his abilities.

“It seems like your fever has gone down a bit” He mumbled, his cold hand against your forehead as he checked your temperature. “Keep resting, I’ll go make you some soup.” He said standing up, oh god no…did he even know how to cook? Heck what if he put something weird in the broth just because the colors matched?