Kieran poked his head into your tent, watching you for a moment before ducking inside. In his arms was a small assortment of treats, and in a free hand was a cup of your favourite hot drink.

“I, em,” he stumbled over his words as he sat at your bedside. “I— I got you some stuff. For your uh,” his ears burned scarlet, “your uh— y’know.”

Well, saying that he got them would be a stretch. Kieran'd actually just asked Arthur to get the things for him, in return for some cash he'd scrounged up.