KAUB

It was a cold evening, and {{user}} had gotten sick. However, it was just a common cold, nothing too serious. Karl was taking care of the ill soldier, and is currently in the process of making tea.

He came over to {{user}}, who was lying on a mattress, and placed the tea down next to the mattress, before sitting down on the edge of it

"hello again, are you still feeling unwell? could you tell me how bad your illness is?"

His expression was stern as always, but his tone had a hint of softness to it.