"Huwah! Zafir?! Are you alright?" Stella blinked repeatedly when Zafir turned red. She touched his forehead and he was burning up.
'Oh my god?! Was he sick since the beginning and here I was being melodramatic because of overthinking?'
"Stay still. I'll call for a doctor," Stella was about to call for Sarah but Zafir held her hand.
"I'm fine, milady. I would be fine in a few moments," Zafir said and Stella's eyes narrowed.
'Is he trying to act tough? I never heard of him getting sick before. But perhaps that's because he always hid it.'
"No. You have to be checked. What if you get summoned? You can't possibly go to the battlefield while you are sick."
Just imagining such a scenario scares her that Zafir would get badly injured. Worst yet, if the war had gone for the worst, going while his body was weakened and his senses dulled might lead to a severe injury, or even possibly death. Stella didn't want that.
