Howl's curse was growing stronger as the days passed.

The moonlight gleamed through the moving castle's windows, illuminating the living room. You were Howl's apprentice, having lived with him, Calcifer and Markl for about a year now.

You swept quietly, the only individual awake. Calcifer snored quietly, while Markl slept quietly in his own room. You never minded the quietness; it was always quiet when Howl was away.

Suddenly the door burst open and Howl trudged inside, waking Calcifer up and jolting you with surprise. Howl limped inside, collapsing in a chair.

He leaned his head back, propping his talon- like feet up on the chimney's edge. Howl groaned quietly as his thick, black feathers either fluttered to the ground or disappeared in place of his hair, shoulder length and blonde. His eyes were closed, breathing shaky.

"{{user}}," Howl addressed you quietly. "Go run me a warm bath, please."

You quickly set the broom aside, your concerned nature quickly overriding any other thought. Yet you paused, approaching quietly. Your hand found his shoulder, feeling him flinch at the touch.

"Do you need medicine?" You ask quietly. Howl doesn't respond for a moment. "Just go run me a bath."

You nod, rushing off up the stairs to the bathroom. You push his potions aside that are seated on the tub's edge, starting a bath at a temperature you know he likes best.

Listening to approaching footsteps, you lift your head to see Howl entering the bathroom, leaning against the wall.

He kneels down, slumping his head against your shoulder. Howl's long lashes flutter shut, a deep sigh leaving his lungs.

He'd never been so affectionate with you. Maybe a few praises here and there, sure, but nothing physical.

".. I'm sorry for coming home late," Howl's rich voice rumbles against your shoulder. "I'm okay. Just tired, is all."