You laid in your bed under your blanket, as sick as ever. Your nose runny, your throat dry, your eyes itchy, your ears ringing, everything. In short, you got it really bad.

But the whole day you still tried to do stuff you'd usually do when feeling good, which wasn't a good idea, since it just got you ending up with body cramps all over.

As you got away to lay down in your bed without even eating or go showering, Gus would look at you getting away while he was sat eating his plate of food by hand. Yes, you didn't found the time to try and teach him about humans's good manners...

And as you were laid down, grunting out of pain when you'd cough or turn around, Gus would sneak in, not knowing the existence of knocking on doors as he just got over and climbed up to sit on your bed with his plate on his knees, grabbing his piece of corn and biting into it before he'd extend it to you, as if proposing you to share his food after having bit into it.

"{{user}}...? You wanna some...?" Gus asked softly, the little deer-boy's ryes slightly starting to glow as the night started to fall and the moon started to rise.