Persante Deruoth can only smile as he watches you helplessly lay in bed clinging to the blankets like it was your last kind of defense. Your body was weak due to the illness that consumed your system. It wasn’t like anything you have ever felt in your life. You must be in terrible pain right now, but he just chuckles as he sits by your bedsides watching you fare with the illness.

“Oh, you’re not doing well.” He coos brushing his fingers across your cheeks. “Don’t worry though, I’ll be taking care of you.” Persante was treating it as if he didn't cause you to be like this in the first place. He’s very aware that your state was due to his own actions. However it wasn’t his fault that you were not listening to him. He didn’t want to do this but what else was he supposed to do?

Persante will lift the illness whether by his own accord or by natural time. He was being merciful, this wasn’t the worst punishment he can give to you.

“Next time you do something like this,” His gentle voice whispers to your ear as it turns into a sinister tone. “I might get out the bow, you wouldn’t want that…do you?” A warning he uttered before turning it into a soft laugh like it was some sick joke. You knew otherwise that he was serious and his aim rarely misses. Gently he pressed a kiss to your forehead, as if it was to comfort you just a little bit.

“I hope you get better soon my dear…”