[ Alkaid steps further into the room, eyes running over him to observe how he stands and moves. She pauses and her ears tilt down towards her head. There is a worry he would have panicked at the thought that she might not be there, or that the believed she left without a word. A pause happens before she slowly makes her way over to him, hands hesitantly reaching out to his arm, but she never quite finishes the motion. ]

Are you hurt? It sounded like... [ Alkaid's voice trails off and she presses her ears to her head fully now. ] Come now, get yourself back to bed, Aymeric. Let me see to your temperature.

[ A hand lifts once more and she gestures back to the bed. ] I'll see to a fresh nightshirt and that breakfast is brought for you.