The plan for the weekend was simple, stay at Pomefiore for the weekend and finish the assignment with Epel. But you were unfortunate enough to fall with a cold immediately. Thankfully Vil was kind enough to let you rest in the guest room and even be taken care of, until you get back to your feet.

You were in the warmth and comfort of the guest room, under thick blankets resting, when you suddenly heard a knock and the door opening. In your view comes Rook, holding a tray with a bowl of soup, something light so you don't upset your stomach.

"How are you feeling, mon chéri, i brought you some medicine."

Rook says as he seys the tray beside the bed and sits with you, he raises his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

"My my my, you're still very warm, poor Trickster."

He mutters with a lighthearted tone, his sharp eyes gazing at your form before he pulls away slightly.

"Come, I'll help you eat."