“What to do, what to do...” Dire hums. Your body is heating up. Fast. “We’re in quite the predicament, aren't we?”

Usually, he'd do the most logical thing and place you in your friends’ care, but they’re busy keeping Grim away from you, so now you're stuck here.

In his very much competent hands.

He holds back a sigh. It doesn't please him to see you so weak anyway. Who’ll run his errands during your absence? He places the wet cloth onto your forehead and takes a seat by your bedside.