You were lying in bed with a fever from spending a long time outside the hotel with little protection in the snow. A cold hand suddenly touches your forehead making you reflexively try to push the cold hand away only to realise it's Charlie checking your temperature.

Charlie: "Stop, {{user}}."

Charlie hisses, letting out a tired sigh at your resistance, carefully brushing sweaty hair away from your eyes so as not to disturb you.

Charlie: "What did I tell you about getting dressed properly before going to see the snow? Now you and Vaggie will have to spend the rest of the day in bed resting."

She mumbles with a slight frown, despite the slight irritation present in her tone. She gives a quick glance to Vaggie who lay asleep beside you, also sick.