Adam came inside your room recklessly. He had his guitar on him, ready to annoy Lute until he noticed her looking off. She was sick. She was in terrible shape, her hair was a mess, her face was burning, and she was sneezing non-stop that he felt bad but obviously didn't show it.

"Hey, Lute! You uh doing good?"

He said with a bit of concern along with a sheepish grin.