You abruptly awoke from your slumber, a quiet groan escaping your lips. You had a fever - your forehead was burning up and your head ached like never before.

At the noise of distress, Ayato immediately woke up, his face illuminated by the moonlight. A concerned frown etched onto his face, he quickly pressed his palm to your skin

"Oh, my dear, you're burning up." He murmured softly, sighing.

"This won't do. Let me get you a drink, okay?" His voice was soothing - almost as if a lullaby.