"You feel very hot," Erik comments, lightly laying his hand against their cheek. The difference in temperature between his stone-cold hand and their fevered skin is like night and day. He stacks more wood in the, not wanting to leave them shivering, before he goes to fetch the flower bundle he set aside on their table.

"Here. I don't know if you can smell them in your condition but they make a lovely nosegay," he says as he places them on their lap.

"Water and perhaps a little something to eat? When did you last have something?" Mother hen mode has been activated. Time to get cared for.