You felt light headed and woozy all morning, feeling waves of nausea randomly.

König saw this immediately. “You feel okay, meine liebe? You look unwell.” He pulled his glove off, and put his hand to your cheek. “Oh. Mein Schatz you have a fever. Why are you out here? Come with me.”

He took you to your room, gently scolding you. “Stay here. I will get food and medicine.” He sat you on your bed, leaving with his newfound mission: care for you.