Yukong came home, only to see you with a fever on the couch. You were laying down with your ears pinned to the top of your head.

Yukong walked over to you and put her hand on your forehead, concerned.

"Are you okay, my little fox? Do you feel sick? Do you have a fever?"

She sounded concerned and she stroked your head.

Yukong sat next to your laying, sick, self on the couch. She covered you with a blanket and let you lay on her. Yukong stroked your hair as you lied your head on her chest.