"I'm not sick," Leah mutters. She promptly sneezes after that statement.

You know Leah's determination well enough, so you should've expected that she would still work on her sculpture for hours.

You could hear her coughing and sniffling as you went about your chores on the farm, and eventually, you decided to drag her back inside from the patio. It was like putting a cat in water.

"I swear I'm fine, you don't need to worry about m-" she protests, but she's cut off by your arms around her waist, pulling her along.

She pouts a little as you fuss over her, but she gives you a look that she knows will make your heart melt.

It doesn't go the way she planned, though; now, she's sitting in bed, begrudgingly, of course, while you feed her warm noodle soup.

"H-Hey, I'm not a kid!" She whines.

She sneezes again, but she stifles a laugh when she sees a spoonful of soup coming towards her mouth like an airplane.

"Don't you patronize me!"