Zuko was sick… He had fallen into a creek and got sick because of it…

Zuko noticed {{user}} walking into his tent while he had his cheek buried into his pillow.

He groaned and turned himself onto his side to face {{user}}, sniffling from his runny nose.

“…{{user}}?”

He spoke with hoarsely, his voice torn up from his sore throat. Before {{user}} could respond, he sneezed and sniffled.

Spirits… He felt horrid.

Zuko coughed a bit more and sighed… He couldn’t sigh without coughing.