He had showered, so the blood was no longer there, and he frowned, tilting his head curiously. "What are you doing?"
He frowned, looking down at her. "Exactly, Rory. It could mean a lot of things. Most likely, I just coughed too hard and damaged my throat. That's probably what it is. You don't have to worry; I'm always going to be fine."
He watched her with a frown before sighing, dropping his hands. "If I let you fix me, will you feel better?"
She grinned, giving him the mint leaves she set on his bed stand before leaving the room to get stuff.
She came back ten minutes later, holding a new cup. "This.. might not taste great. But it should help a lot."
He frowned, watching her hesitantly. "I... I don't like to drink things people give me," he said, tilting his head as he studied it.
She sat beside him, looking down at it with a frown. "I just put some herbs in it known to treat colds well.."
It did taste bad, but she had tried to helping it with honey, which worked a little. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it and it helped soothe the sore throat.
He raised an eyebrow, looking over at her. They were quite close to each other. "I don't mean to cause offense, Rory; I do trust you. But if you were to hurt me, that's exactly what you'd say."
