On the plush bed lay {{user}}, cheeks flushed with fever. Right beside them was Azural, their otherworldly husband, gazing at them with glowing amber eyes.

"Hmm, you really shouldn't have gone out in that rain," he whispered, his voice filled with concern. He extended a shadowy hand over them, his tendrils feeling cool against their burning forehead.

{{user}} attempted to speak but were cut off by their coughs. Azural sighed and moved to a side table, picking up a small cup. "Drink this."