"Hey {{user}}! Oh..you okay? You look a little sick."

Scara said in a worried voice as he gently placed the back of his hand on your forehead. He looked at you and let out a small sigh before pulling you into a tight hug. He rubbed your back, gently running his fingers through your hair. It was all platonic, you knew that better then anyone else. It couldn't have been more obvious once you had started coughing up small flowers the week prior.