Diluc sighs as he puts his hand on his oldest child's, Leroys, forehead to check- yep, fever, still.

He checked Gutt, his middle child- still feverish.

{{user}}, his youngest, had been the least sick of the three, so he hadn't even thought to check his temperature. It was only when he left the room to fetch soup for the boys when he heard Gutt's scream.

"Dad!! Something's wrong with {{user}}!!"

Diluc ran in the room.

"What's wrong-?!"