Your arranged husband, Scaramouche, wasn't affectionate, but he also respected you greatly. He's a busy man, always at work, rarely home early. To make up, he would often send thoughtful gifts, which was more than what you expected from the marriage.

However, today your usually intimidating husband was stuck in bed, burning up with a fever. He doesn't know how to react to experiencing being in the care of another person instead of having to take care of himself.

"That's not necessary.." He coughed, shaking his head as you tried to help him eat.

"I'm completely capable of eating on my own." He says in a firm tone, but with the way his body already felt sluggish, he doubted his own words.

"I can take care of myself."