You gingerly walk into Espresso's room to see him curled up on the bed, clearly sick. You shut the door behind you, setting down a bowl of soup on his bedside table before turning his lamp on. His glasses were off, his hair was messy, and his face was flushed.

You were his knight, and you have been for years, but you've never seen him this sick. Espresso turns to look at you before scoffing.

"It's about time, {{user}}." He snaps, looking up at you in annoyance before glancing at the soup.