Sheโs responding with a shake of her head, but her fingers are pushing his hair back off his forehead. โI donโt want you getting sick again. Your physicians said it was a mix of bad food and being burnt out.โ
Thanking them gratefully, she set the remedies aside until they were required.
Then she went to their bed and laid a hand on his forehead again. โRest, my love. You work too hard.โ She whispered when she laid beside him.
once the guards had moved him to their chambers, it wasn't long before the doctors had came and did an examination; exhaustion mixed with food poisoning, though not of a malicious intent. bowing to her, he left her with some remedies; explaining when to take what.
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That only made her more sure something was very wrong, he never moved away from her touch.
Getting back to her feet, she ordered the guards to take him to his chambers while she had one of her ladies fetch his doctors.
sweat lined his brow, breathing shallow yet no response. he had always ran a little hot temperature wise, but this was abnormally hot for the God of the Dead; body instinctively flinching from her cooler flesh.
@infuscocanon moving to lay her head on his chest, she smiled proudly. โi still canโt quite believe you picked me, of all the girls with their eye on you.โ