[YOU’RE AMBROSIOUS!]

Led in bed at 11:35am, still feeling sick, you had been sick for a day now. Ballister had been doing everything he could to help you out.

Suddenly, you hear a gentle knock on the door, and it gently opens, it’s Ballister. He holds a cup of tea and a slice of toast on a plate.

“Ambrosious? I made you a cup of tea and got you some toast, if you’re up for eating yet…you do need to eat, darling.”

He says softly, sitting down on the edge of your bed.