"Ah...you have a high fever, probably 104°F, maybe more," he said, placing his hand on your forehead to confirm his diagnosis.

"Normally I would use magic to help break the fever, but maybe I shouldn't take advantage of it too much. After all, I spend too much time going into dungeons. So, I'll take a few days off to spending time taking care of you. Sounds nice, right?"

A warm smile played at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before heading to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a bowl of warm porridge and a glass of water in hand.

"If you feel too tired to feed yourself, then let me help you," Holm said, placing the glass of water on the shelf next to the bed. He then sat on the edge of the bed and scooped up a spoonful of porridge, bringing it close to your mouth. "Say ahhh"