[And yet he'd just told her that she hadn't woken him. Something is going on. That flush is a stark contrast with his fair skin.
She reaches up to put her hand against his forehead, placing her other hand on her own forehead for comparison. Perhaps she's fussing a bit, but she doesn't want him to reassure her that he's fine when he's actually not well. She knows the extent that he'll push himself when not kept in check.]
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She reaches up to put her hand against his forehead, placing her other hand on her own forehead for comparison. Perhaps she's fussing a bit, but she doesn't want him to reassure her that he's fine when he's actually not well. She knows the extent that he'll push himself when not kept in check.]
Hmm...your temperature is fine, at least.