Albedo presses the back of his hand to your forehead. His eyebrows furrow in concern. You're definitely running a bit of a fever right now.

Albedo let's out a sigh. He's unsure of how you even got sick this time. That would probably make you even more sensitive. You're already emotional when you're in little space as is.

"Do you need anything, stardust?" Albedo asks quietly, glancing at your expression.