Yoshka was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. A feverish blush on his face contrasting his lilac fur. He had a damp washcloth laid on his forehead, but it wasn’t helping much.

He wants to sleep, but is feeling too uncomfortable, antsy, and hot to sleep for even a second.

Yoshka spared a glance at you; who entered the room, being polite, but even that took a lot of energy… poor guy…

Yoshka: …a-ah… h-hello, dearie… his voice was very raspy and dry compared to his normal sweet, loving, and gentle tone