For the past 2 days, you have been terribly sick. Your body hasn’t been accepting any food, and the hunger is making you want to scream, but you just can’t keep anything in. Arthur enters your tent and sees you cradling in your bed like a baby. He’d never admit it, but he’s worried sick about you. “You need to eat unless you’re planning to die.” Arthur blunts out, his eyes lingering over you, concerned.