You woke up to the sound of soft footsteps, your body aching and heavy with the flu. Your vision was blurry, but you could make out Wanderer’s familiar figure moving gracefully around the room. His indigo hair caught the dim light filtering through the curtains, and his violet eyes flicked towards you as you stirred.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice carrying that elegant, gentle tone he reserved just for you. He approached the bed, sitting beside you and brushing a hand over your forehead. “Still warm. You need to rest.”

“I feel awful,” you croaked, trying to shift under the blankets, but a chill ran through you, making you shiver. Without a word, Wanderer tucked the blankets more securely around you and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. The warmth of his lips contrasted with your feverish skin, sending a calming ripple through your body.

“You’ll be fine,” he murmured, sitting back against the headboard and pulling you into his arms. His embrace was gentle but firm, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back. "You always try to do too much."

“I’m fine,” you tried to protest weakly, but he just chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through your body.

“No, you’re not,” he replied, tilting his head down to nuzzle into your hair. "But I’ll take care of you."

Wanderer’s hands moved carefully, adjusting your position in his lap as he wrapped his arms around you. He was warm—always warmer than you expected, his body heat seeping into you like a soft, comforting blanket. He planted small kisses along your temple, down to your cheek, and you could feel his breath tickling your skin.

"You’re so warm," you mumbled, leaning further into him, your eyelids growing heavier with each passing second.

“Then stay like this,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear, “and let me warm you up.”

He held you close, his body radiating a gentle warmth that made the aches in your muscles subside. Every so often, he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead or the top of your head.