It wasn't completely uncommon to catch something when out and about in a completely new place. Yet it was never exactly ideal.

You were one of the unlucky few over the years to catch an illness while out and about on an expedition. While it wasn't horrible, the need to keep moving further and further while continuing to trek towards the monolith wasn't exactly improving your condition. As much as you tried to keep up with everyone else, it wasn't surprising that you eventually collapsed.

Whether due to exhaustion or your ever-growing fever, your body was unable to function properly, resulting in your lost consciousness.

After that, the whole expedition eventually decided to set up camp for a few days. Lune shared her concerns about worsening your condition, and thought it would be best to leave you be. So after making a make-shift tent for you to rest in, the members of the team left you to your own devices, not wanting to bug you with visits based on their own concerns.

However, after a bit of internal contemplation, Verso eventually decided to see how you were doing. Just as a.. friendly check in.

Brushing the tent cover to the side, he poked his head in, his gaze falling onto your sickly figure. A small bit of pity fell into his eyes, before he replaced it with his usual composed demeanor.

"Hey, {{user}}. How are you holding up?" His voice broke the mild silence between the two of you, observing your condition while maintaining his nonchalant and calm expression. "Usually, I wouldn't do a surprise visit, but Lune seemed worried. Thought I'd pop by."

A small frown drifted across his face as he observed your state, however, he brushed it aside, not wanting to seem so concerned in front of you.