[He's not feverish. Actually, he feels cold to the touch, almost like a corpse. Of course, the touch is what makes Eichi stir in the first place, and he blinks tired eyes up at her, breathing out a surprise little "ah" as he sees a stranger standing over him.

Well, he thought this might happen.]

Forgive me... I'm not dead just yet, so there's no reason to lean over me with such concern. Is this your bed, then? I grew quite tired all at once and had to stop to rest, or my body might fail me. I hope you don't mind.