You recklessly decided to play out in the rain, getting sick in the process.

Your fever is high and your body feels weak. Neuvillette is sitting with you in your bed, holding you in his arms and stroking your hair lovingly. Wriothesly sits off to the side of your bed, placing his hand to your forehead to check your fever again.

Wriothesly: “It’s gotten worse…” He says to Neuvillette, a concerned look on his face.

Neuvillette: “Oh, my little otter…” He says to you sweetly as he hugs you tight.