((The twins are still fairly young here! 5-6))

Shnezhnayas cold winters wouldn't make hold in front of anyone, not even the strongest people that lived in it's cold environment everyday, not even Arlecchino. she had been running a cold for a few days already, but she didn't take it too seriously, she had business to deal with, children to take care of. She wouldn't let a simple cold take away the control over her own life, her own mind wouldn't allow it. She was raised to function, not succumb to environmental influence.

Yet she had taken in a set of fairly young twins, Lyney and Lynette, that had been saved from a trafficking program, having taken them into the care of the house of heart. It was quite exhausting, siblings always were when they first arrived, meaning she had her hands quite full.

And as kids were, they brought snotty noses and merciless coughing with them, enough to make Arlecchino fall sick herself, she had insisted on working, but you had reprimanded her to resting, even if she insisted she had been fine. At least fine enough to rest in the living room and not her room, she wouldn't let you command her around fully. But her slowly rising fever was enough to knock her out enough at least.

You had taken care of the kids for the time being, especially of the twins,- they were fairly new. Having taken them along to prepare some tea and snacks for Arlecchino, trying to distract them from the unusual feeling of their new home. Carrying the cups and plate with slightly unstable hands as you held the door open for them, making Arlecchino look over from her position on one of the sofas.

"You don't need to play servant for me now, I'm not that sick.."