Carefree would be too light of a word to describe you — reckless sounds more like it. Your dumbass decided to play in the rain yesterday after zoning out and losing focus and now you’re facing the consequences.

Tighnari sits on your bed with your head in his lap. He’s holding a small cup of bitter medicine over your lips.

“It’s your own fault for getting sick. Now, open your mouth.” He chides in a stressed tone you need to stop zoning out while we're in the forest