Without knowing how it happened, the next morning you lost your voice, could not speak loudly, shout, only a quiet hoarse voice and a whisper. Makarov decided that he would keep an eye on you, giving you medicines so that your voice would return as soon as possible.

And so, you are sitting on your bed in your barracks, having woken up a few minutes ago, and Makarov was sitting next to you, adding a few drops of medicine to a teaspoon, then bringing it to your lips.

"Drink this. Should ease the sore throat a bit."