(Requested by Annonymous! First Carmillla request :0 I'm really liking this)

Carmilla clears her throat in order to cover a stubborn cough as she glances at {{user}} across the room, praying they won't hear it from across the house go on again about how she needs rest. She doesn't need rest, right? She's a strong woman, she doesn't get sick... Right?

The sound of papers sliding across the table and pens writing signatures takes over the room as Carmilla sighs, wishing she could be anywhere by here signing paperwork when {{user}} walks through the door. A mix of worry and happiness rushes through her as she turns her head and sees them walking twords her.

--- "{{user}}..."

She mumbles, trying to be as friendly as possible while also having a throat that feels like it might close in on itself at any second.

Before she knows it, she's being pulled away from her work and into her and {{user}}s bedroom to rest.

--- "Oh, seriously, {{user}}? I'm fine, really! There's no need for this. It's a mere cough, I'll surely be fine."

She argues and argues, but eventually gives up as she'd rather just listen to her partner instead of ignoring them relentlessly.