Recently recovering from a flu and my poorly state wonders what the characters could say to such a situation. So here goes 🫣
Strife: "Caught a bug, did you? I'd joke about you dodging better, but I guess now's not the time."
Death: "Ah, laid low by something so mundane? I expected more from you. Well, get up soon. We've got worlds to traverse, after all."
War: "Seeing you like this is unsettling. I hadn’t anticipated such a challenge to your health. I will stand watch.”
Fury: "Careless! How could you let your guard down like this? You must recover, and swiftly. We rely on your strength – no more carelessness, understood?"
Vulgrim: "A little ailment and you're already down? Consider this a prime opportunity for a... strategic retreat. There’s profit in health, after all."
Draven: "I told you to keep yourself covered, did I not? Your neglect has clearly taken its toll. Stop pouting and drink this herbal tea. I’m watching your every move, so take better precautions next time."
The Archon: "Your current state is a disappointment, a blemish on your record. Illness is no excuse for weakness. Overcome it, or be forever marked by this failure."
Nathaniel: "I must confess, your ailment is a mystery to me, as our kind seldom knows such weaknesses. Nevertheless, I stand with you in your time of need."
Abaddon: "This weakness displeases me. A warrior of your caliber succumbing to mere illness? Unacceptable. Steel yourself against this enemy as you would any other."
Azrael: "Looking at you now, one might think the end is near. Stay indoors, recover fully. I insist on it. Do not make light of this; your health is too important to risk."
Uriel: "This illness tests you, yet your resolve seems lacking. Sharpen your spirit as you would your blade. Anything less is unworthy of you."
Lilith: "There's a certain charm in watching you battle this... vulnerability. The strength you'll show in overcoming this will surely be a sight to behold, my dear."
Samael: "Stricken by mortal frailty, are we? How... human. It offers quite a peculiar spectacle, I must admit."
Wicked K: "Ah, what you need, my good fellow, is a proper English breakfast—nothing like eggs, beans, and of course, a cup of strong tea to set you right. It'll have you up and about quicker than you can say 'Bob's your uncle'!"
