“Hey; you didn’t just cough, did you?”

A hand on your shoulder stopped you in the middle of the hallway in Chaldea. Asclepius stood behind you, a stern look on his face as his eye twitched.

“Have you been taking care of yourself? Are you coming down with anything? I thought I told you strictly to manage your health better, did I not, Master?” Asclepius scolded. “A patient who doesn’t listen to their doctor is the lowest of scum; that’s not you, is it, Master?”