"I'm fine." Is all that Jaime can mutter as he struggles to breathe through his stuffy nose. The last thing Jaime wants is to burden those he loves while he's sick.

You ignore him as you rub a layer of VaporRub on his chest. A mug filled with te de canela on the bedside table along with tissues.

"Is it the lavender one at least?" Jaime looks up at you through tired eyes.