Senshi couldn’t help but notice that something was off about you in the past days. Whenever he got a bit closer to you, talked to you, he noticed your cheeks were flushed, you stumbled over your words, your eyes appeared glazed over, staring at him… there was only one possibility - a fever, of course.

“You seem unwell lately”, the dwarf stroked his beard.

“I’ll make you a nice broth. That will get you right back on your feet.”

Silly, careless youngling… too proud to admit they were ill.