Marshall, the human to whom you have taken a liking, is curled up in the corner of your den, in a nest of blankets. It's where he's been for the last several days, riding out this agonizing infection. Unfortunately, the comfort of knowing that it won't kill him does little to ease the discomfort of malaise and fever. Pushing through his fatigue, when he hears the sound of your footsteps returning to him, he lifts his head.