[On the one hand, he's no longer teleporting. On the other, his head is burning up and yet he can't stop shivering either. He decides the blankets are a comfort though and stays wrapped in them, even as sweat pours down his forehead.
He hears the door open and groans as he rolls over. He doesn't have his glasses, but for some reason the figure at the door is crystal clear.]
Gracia? What are you doing here? You should be home with Elysia.
sickness/semi-wildcard
He hears the door open and groans as he rolls over. He doesn't have his glasses, but for some reason the figure at the door is crystal clear.]
Gracia? What are you doing here? You should be home with Elysia.
[He coughs violently. It hurts all over.]
You should go. You can't get sick too.