The quiet hum of the Astral Express wrapped around the small room where you rested, your body weak but mind buzzing faintly with the discomfort of illness. Dan Heng sat nearby, a book resting on his lap, though his attention was entirely on you.

"You should sleep," he said softly, his calm voice cutting through the fog of your exhaustion.

After a moment of silence, you opened your eyes again to find him closer. He had moved to sit beside your bed, his book forgotten on the table. He reached out, his cool fingers brushing against your forehead to check your temperature.

"Still warm," he murmured, a slight furrow appearing in his brow. "You need to rest."

The silence stretched between you, comfortable and soothing. His presence was steady, grounding you even as your body ached.