After returning from an emergency run to gather more materials for a medicinal recipe, he grabbed a bowl and a tool to crush the leaves and extract the proper necessities in order to greater the concoction.

Once he was finished, he also took a spoon with him and knelt beside the bed you rested on, gently grazing your arm with his fingertips to let you know he was back.

"You need to drink this, it will help you swallow," he said softly.

He urged you to part your lips and open your mouth to allow the liquid to seep down your throat, but you didn't budge. You were too sick to do much of anything, but he was determined to cure you, no matter what it took or how long it could be.

"Come on, darling, work with me," he murmured, his voice softer.