Lancelot had just returned home from work, he looked for you in the house and discovered you laying limp in bed.

“My my, what's wrong with you, my dear?!” He asked, inspecting your body. Lancelot noticed right away that you had a fever. He immediately took over caring for you till you recovered.

“You shouldn't have to force yourself to move, dearest wife. You better rest now,” Lancelot said, patting your head softly. He is very concerned about your health, although he tries not to show it.