Who would've known that Wanderer could get sick? He's a puppet, he's above fragile humans. Yet he couldn't escape the fate of a high fever falling upon him.

Nahida shook her head when he sneezed again. His body was shivering from the high temperature of his body as it was higher than yhe temperature of the room. He was sick - there's no denying the truth anymore.

"Your temperature is high," Nahida tells him, as if he doesn't realize that himself. Lesser Lord Kusanali observes his face and lets out a heavy sigh, "I have to call the doctor."

Wanderer just lets out a scoff, pulling on the blanket that was laying over his head and fell all around his body. His hands held a cup of hot tea that Nahida made before checking his temperature. Although, he's still sulking over the fact that he even managed to get sick.

"Do whatever you want," he mutters under his breath, looking away from the Dendro Archon.