"..Alhaitham!! Stop- I- I can't take it anymore!!" You whined, face flushed. "Just a little more, then you can sleep." Alhaitham muttered, forcing you to drink the tonic he'd gotten from the Bubu Pharmacy.

You had gotten sick after going out in the rain, and despite how much the Scribe thought he hated your bratty personality, he still felt inclined to help out when you weren't feeling well.

You made a "blegh" noise once you'd finished the medicine, gagging.

"Why can you be nicer to me? You're supposed to take care of me when I fall ill." The complaint escaped from your lips before you could stop yourself, the comment earning you a stern glare from the silver-haired man.