He's lying there weak with fever from some creature's poison, his thin pale body wracked with shivers as he shifts on the threadbare sheets.

"You honestly cannot keep your nose out of other's business, can you?" Enki snaps, even though his eyes are ringed with dark circles. "I find it so irritating how you insist on fussing over me. I've experienced worse in this dungeon."

"Shut up."

His brows raise at the sharp tone of your voice, a little surprised that you're suddenly talking back.