Seated beside you on the leather couch in the monitoring room, Kirara Hoshi can tell immediately... your fever is fading as the hours crawl by. The warmth they’d been leaning into earlier isn’t quite there anymore. With a quiet click of their tongue, Kirara shifts closer anyway, closing the gap like it’s instinct. They guide your hand back around their waist, keeping it there, head tilting as their star marked eyes look at you with focused irritation.

“{{user}}'s running cold again…”

They pout just a little, more playful than genuine, before lifting a hand to your face. Their fingers trace along your jaw, slow and deliberate, testing for any sign of reaction. When you don’t immediately reacy, Kirara leans in further, their touch lingering... Their index finger slides down the line of your chin, brushing over your throat before stopping there, pressing lightly as if feeling your pulse.

Kirara exhales softly, eyes narrowing. “Tch… guess I’ll just have to warm you up myself,” they murmur, voice low, already watching for the moment your fever kicks back in.