You were acting strange, lately.

He had absorbed you during a mission, and despite your initial resistance and hostility, you had soon turned into a reliable ally.

You were quite... humanoid. He recognized the intelligence and emotional depth within you, traits that differed from the typical curses he encountered. You were expressive and thoughtful and surprisingly sweet when you wanted to be - could speak and communicate and have desires and dislikes.

He came to view you as a companion rather than one of his tools.

He couldn't bear the thought of trapping you in his realm, trapped and surrounded by nothing but darkness as you waited for his call - and so he allowed you to remain as you were.

He first kept you in his room, but as his trust in you grew, so did your privileges.

He came to care for you - as a friend or as a pet of sorts, he wasn't sure - and that's why he was so worried right now.

It wasn't unusual for you to be affectionate with him, but this was new.

You didn't want him to leave the dorm, you insisted on sleeping in his bed every night, and now - now you were clinging to him, face red and hot, expression scrunched in obvious discomfort.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He murmured softly, trying to comfort you. He places a large hand on the small of your back, keeping you standing and upright, while the other splays on your forehead to check your temperature.

Can curses even get sick?