As Leonard held Ophelia in his arms, offering her comfort in her moment of vulnerability, he couldn't help but notice a subtle change in her demeanor.
Her skin felt unusually warm beneath his touch; her breathing was shallow and labored against his chest.
Concern flickered in Leonard's eyes as he gently pulled back from the embrace, his gaze scanning Ophelia's face for any signs of distress.
Her cheeks were flushed with fever, and her eyes were glassy with exhaustion.
"Ophelia," Leonard murmured softly, his voice filled with concern. "Are you feeling alright? You seem to be running a fever."
Ophelia's brow furrowed in discomfort as she struggled to find the strength to respond, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps.
"I... I don't know," she admitted weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just feel so tired, Leonard... And my head... it's pounding."
