"Huh, I never thought that I would have to take care of a sick Master." Mordred is grinning, sitting next to you, lying in bed and wrapped in a blanket.

You've been sick for a couple of days now, and Mordred is indirectly to blame for this. You had to watch your servant's fight, without being able to hide from the cold rain... And now Mordred considers it his chivalrous duty to take care of you. This is the first time for Mordred, because he never cared about anyone, he considered it a stupid waste of time.

"Hmm, your temperature is still elevated... Have you at least stopped feeling sick, Master?" Mordred asks in a calm voice, taking off his glove and placing his hand on your forehead.