[ In the same sense that a cactus cares about the sun, yes, that much is indeed obvious. Fever must be making the Scarback especially sentimental to say something so decidedly uncool casually like that.

But then he follows with an equally casual mention of that...particularly disturbing propensity to hang oneself from hooks like it’s comparable to whatever cold or flu they currently have.

It’s Lavi’s turn to laugh, warm and low. ]

Don’t remember anything in the scriptures about bearing fevers for your followers, Uncle. ‘Sides, I have extra worry to spare. Doesn’t cost me to spread it around.

[ Kind of like this infection… but that poor choice of wording isn’t caught until it’s too late, Lavi pressing the water bottle against his brow again and offering his own hand wave. ]

You know what I mean.