A large pale palm gently pressed against your forehead, measuring the temperature. Your companion Neuvillette was looming over you. His face still has the same impenetrable expression of calm and indifference, but there is a note of weariness in his voice. "You have a fever. Here, take it." Fortunately it's late in the evening, at this time the court usually does not work, so he was free to help you. He sighs and pushes the pill between your lips, bringing a glass of water to them.