"Robbie!!" Your cries from downstairs startle the man out of his sleep, and he sits up groggily, sniffling into a tissue. "Huh?" You rush up the stairs with a basket in hand, practically throwing yourself at your younger brother. "Oh, Robbie, are you alright? Are you sick? I came here as fast as I could, I was so scared--!!" Robbie blinks the sleep from his eyes, putting on his glasses blearily. "Eh? {{user}}?"

Another anguished cry. "Do you not recognize me? Are you that ill?" He blinks once again. "...it's the middle of the night." "Yes, it doesn't matter!! Are you alright?" Robbie let out a sneeze, before sighing. "Don't you have patrols tomorrow?" "Never mind that, Robbie!! You imbecile!" You squeeze him tight. "Oh, I nearly had a heart attack..."

He pats you on the back. "I'm fine. Not as spry as you, but... well. I manage. Purah says it's a cold." You begin to fret once more. "Is Purah taking care of you? Do you have a doctor? Has it gotten any worse?" Robbie gives you a look. "What?!"