>A monotonous groan beckons you over as you bring up a cup of tea.
>Somehow, someway, the Warden of Time has gotten a nasty cold.
>"Yes yes, I'm coming, Kronii"
>She was splayed out on the bed in a pair of shorts and a small t-shirt, covered head to toe in sweat and looking immeasurably miserable.
>"Oh Kronii..." She was a pitiful sight, your urge to protect egged on by the sorrowful expression she gave you as you stared at her.
>Propping her up against the headrest, you shake out the duvet and place it back on top of her, turn on the fan and pat down her sweat covered face.
>You place your hand on her warm forehead, her fringe meekly drooping over your hand. She was pretty warm still.
>"Shhhh don't speak"
>On the bedside table were a myriad of medicinal bottles and pills; a cough syrup seemed to be the order for the moment.
>"Say ahhn~" you smirk as you teased her.
>Kronii looked unphased at you, unimpressed even, but reciprocated the action. The strong herbal concotion went down her gullet, she must be feeling pretty bad as she didn't even flinch at the stuff.
>"I made you your Barley tea but also a Honey and Lemon tea, don't worry about dinner either, I have whipped up a little something special for you that I will bring up later."
>Kronii smiled as you stroked her rosy, clammy cheek, her eyes, whilst tired, were filled with adoration from your care.
>You tuck her in, swaddling her up in the comfortable duvet and placing her weighted blanket on top.
>"Get some rest, don't stress about this week too much."
>With a gentle kiss on the forehead you get up to leave, but a hand grabs yours.
>"Thank you" Kronii whispers hoarsly through a sore throat.
>You turn around, give her hand a peck and smile. The cure for a Kronii cold was with attention and love.