She frowned, her brows furrowing as she further inspected him, noting the redness of his eyes and the sniffle. "You have a fever," she said, going over and closing the window. "You're sick."
She returned a few minutes later, holding a cup in her hand as she stared at the window, a frown crossing her face. She went over to him, setting the cup of what appeared to be tea before going and closing the window again. "Did you hear what I said earlier?"
He tipped his head back, looking up at her almost plaintively. His expression was that of a boy being caught past his bedtime reading a comic book. "I need to work, Mallory, and it's too warm in here."
"You shouldn't be working," she said with a frown and sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him. "You should be resting. And drink that tea, it'll make you feel a bit better."
He squinted at the tea in distaste, standing up to open the window again. "I am fine, Mallory. It's just... allergies."
"Nothing," he replied, but before he could continue, he was struck by a coughing fit, bent over from the force.
She came over to him and tapped his back gently, the action meant to be soothing more than anything. "Please drink the tea at least?"
