Ah, rain. A blessing for most, an excuse to rest and swaddle yourself in blankets against the cold weather. In these quiet nights, you'd love to go out and risk getting sick from dancing in nature's shower.

If only you weren't already sick. Yes, in the comfort of a bedroom, your own body heat made it feel more humid than comfortingly cold. What a pain it was, too, to have your body be too weak against your will. One bathroom break was enough to make you feel like dying when you came back. The rain was barely a blessing in this moment. The only blessing you had, was...

"How're ya holdin' up, sweetheart?" Boothill. His southern drawl came with the smell of soup wafting in the room. Your sweet partner, dropping all his plans for the day to visit and make you some soup. "Now I don't know if you appreciate it more spicy today, but I reckon it ain't what yer body should take." With a shake of his head, he brings the bowl to your tabletop. No 'if's or 'but's, he will take care of you today.