The Princess felt quite the dilemma. She wanted to help Heinrich feel better, but he wanted her to ignore his momentary sickness. She didn't like how Heinrich treated himself. He took his life and peace for granted. She looked at him with concern, but he looked back playfully, ready to crack a joke or two.
Asking him to act like himself was strangely worse than him putting up a ruse.
"Why does your face look like the world is ending?" Heinrich asked playfully.
His body was red, burning, and sweating, and he was joking around casually. He looked like he would die from this illness, but he continued to fool around. The Princess frowned in concern. She looked away from him, not being able to stand the look on his face.
"Sofia?" He called her when she didn't respond to his jokes.
