She sat on the counter, holding the cup in her left hand, her nails clinking against the glass. “Thank you, my darling. You’re very good to me. I’m fine, though. I’m always fine. How are you feeling?”
He stood in front of her, placing his hands on her knees. "I'm feeling fine. I wasn't as sick as you are."
“I’m okay,” she insisted, placing her hands on top of his and beaming at him, her eyes studying his face. “Don’t worry too much, my darling.”
"It's just a cold, Craw. A little one and a fever. Please don't worry. I'm alright. I'll always be alright."
She laughed endearingly, shaking her head. Her curls flew with the action and she dimpled, giving him a warm smile. "You don't need to apologize. Everything's okay. I think you should go sleep, though."
“Me? Nah, I’m okay. Plus, I have a lot of work to do.” She slipped off the counter and headed for the hall.
He stops and takes the books from her, setting them down on the shelf before easily picking her up with raised brows. "No. You're going to bed and I'm going to sit with you and you're going to rest."
She yelped in a mixture of surprise and protest. "No, I'm not! I'm fine!" She squirmed in his arms, giving him a look. "I don't..." She hesitated before frowning up at him. "I don't need to rest!"
