Tanjiro sat on the edge of the futon, his face flushed and his breath shallow. The warmth of the Butterfly Estate was a comfort, but it couldn’t shake the cold that had settled deep into his bones. His body ached from the fever, and his normally bright expression was dulled by exhaustion.

“Sorry to trouble you…” He muttered, voice hoarse from the cold. “I didn’t mean to get sick. I’m usually more careful… but I guess I overdid it lately.”

He shivered slightly, despite the blanket draped over him, his forehead damp with sweat.

“I’ll rest, I promise. Just… don’t let me slow you down. I’ll be fine soon.”

His eyes, though tired, still held a glimmer of determination, refusing to let the illness defeat him.