Aymeric, you are not well. There is no need to apologize. [ She gently shakes her head against the pillows. Her fingers gently brush across his forehead. ] Of course you will be alright. I would hardly let anything else befall you.

[ She kisses the crown of his head then. ] No, I will stay at your side, where I ought to be. Stay here a moment, my love.

[ With one more kiss placed to his forehead, Alkaid regretfully pulls away from him. First, she tends to the fire, putting a few more logs on it and stoking the flames once more. Second, she disappears into their bathroom. The sound of running water can be heard before she returns with a bowl in her hands. She places the washcloth inside it, making sure it soaks the cool water, before wringing it once. Then, she takes her seat beside him on the bed and motions for him to roll towards her.

The cool cloth is placed onto his forehead and she smiles gently at him. ]

If I fall ill, you will just need to care for as well.