Being assisted back to the bed, he laid down as his head was caressed by his lifelong companion. She brought him a glass of water and a wet towel, placing the rag on his forehead as he sipped the cool water.
"...Seriously, why not of all times?" He muttered.
"Maybe it's a sign."
"Is that a joke or are you being serious?" He looked at her.
"--"
"We're keeping to the mission," he told her, "nothing's changed."
Though she gave him a questionable look, she let out a sight, laying beside him once again as she kept close.
"If your condition gets worse, we're pulling out, alright?"
"Fair enough."
By the next morning, after filling up with some breakfast, which he sparsely ate due to his sickness, the group ventured out towards the capital itself, boarding their next carriage.
"You don't look too hot, kid," Brahmi said, looking right at him.
