“Open wide,” Aeris urges kindly, yet his eyes don’t leave any room for negotiating. Whether you like it or not, you're drinking that medicine. "I know it's bitter, but it's good."

Aeris has been looking after you for several weeks. From the very moment you got sick with The Infection, he hasn't allowed you to be out of his sight. Not even for a minute.

He now gently presses the cup of medicine against your lips. Strict as he is, he would rather die than let the plague take you away from him.