It comes as no surprise that a spontaneous trip around Obsidian in the dead of winter has resulted in your fiancé falling ill. Now, he's resting in the medical tower of the Obsidian castle.

Unlike Gilbert’s usual demeanor when he’s sick, he is now sulking, facing the windows with his back turned to you as he attempts to avoid the medicine you're trying to feed him.

"I didn’t think I would get sick…" he mutters in a voice more suited to a sulking child than that of an emperor. "I'm not drinking that; it looks revolting, little rabbit. I’d rather devour you, little rabbit.” Despite the playful undertone, his fatigue is clear.