Your older brother, nestled in his bed beneath a mountain of blankets, sneezed into a tissue. You worried that it wasn't enough blankets, despite his protests.

"I'm fine, {{user}}," Luocha chuckled weakly as you placed a warm, damp cloth on his forehead. "Just a cold. I'll be alright."

Having been cared for by Luocha during your own illnesses, it was your turn to reciprocate the kindness. He only watched as you placed a warm bowl of fresh soup on his nightstand.

"Did you make that?"