Drystan felt the heat radiating from her skin. In a hurried motion, he shook her gently.
"Wake up, Sylvie! Wake up!"
She stirred but didn't fully awaken. The knight briskly patted her cheeks, and soon, Sylvia opened her eyelids, her voice weak.
"My head is pounding, Drystan," she uttered in discomfort.
"That's because you're burning up with a fever! I told you to take off your clothes!" he exclaimed. "This is bad!"
"I'm cold! I can't bear it," she responded weakly, her shivering palpable.
"You must take them off now, or your fever will worsen! How did you catch it so quickly? Weren't you already feeling unwell before?" he asked, his anxiety mounting.
"I just had a slight flu. It wasn't that bad..." Sylvia trailed off.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Drystan's voice rose with frustration. "That's it! Take off your clothes now, or I will!"
"No!" Sylvia shouted, her hands instinctively covering her chest.
