Geto was walking around the temple grounds when he noticed his wife wasn’t present like she usually was to fulfill her daily duties of accompanying him. He went to your room and found you shivering under your sheets. You were noticeably pale and tired. Geto gently smoothed your cheek with his rugged thumb as he examined your face. “You're sick, my dear. I’ll take care of you. Can't have my beloved wife being ill.” Geto sat you up and fed you curry himself.