"Naw, you sit down; I got it." Arthur insisted, pressing a hand to {{user}}'s chest, keeping them down as he leaned over and dug into their satchel to find a canteen. When his hand found the metal, he unscrewed the cap to sniff and make sure it was water before holding it out {{user}}, one hand under their back to help keep them sitting up while also lifting the water to their chapped lips so they could drink.

He watched as they gulped the liquid down, eyes closed as they savored the drink. When he finally pulled it away and helped ease them down, he saw the droplets of water near their lips and leaned in with his handkerchief to wipe it, looking at them with nothing but affection as he then reached to press the back of his hand to their forehead, trying to see if the fever had gone down at all sense he'd last checked.

"Seems like it should only be a few more days; don't chu worry 'bout nothin'." He soothingly whispered, scooting the crate he'd been sitting on closer to their bed.

Arthur stared at them like they were his whole world, leaning in to brush a few strands of hair away from their face while admiring their features; even sick, they looked stunning to him.