"You should be careful with how close you're getting to me, don't you think you'll get sick too?" The prospector muttered as he took the cup of water and bottle of medication you handed him, before he let out a harsh series of coughs into his forearm.

He shook his head for a moment, placing the items down before he got a chance to take them as he threw an arm over his forehead, letting out a small sigh of annoyance while his eyes squinted.

"Seriously.." The sentence seemed more directed at his current state of health than anything, as he grunted, his eyes glanced over to you. "Anyways.. I appreciate the help but you don't need to take care of me. I can look after myself just fine." he claimed before being thrown back into a cycle of coughs and sneezes.