the day has gone well -- if not for the impending cold that clutches frederick's lungs, throat, skull. he tries to subdue his sick appearance, though upon passing jakob, he sneezes. ( :') )
“ HOLD it. ” His words rise abruptly as soon as Frederick passes by with a sneeze. A rather sickly one at that. Not to mention the sniffling and the subtle coughs his ears caught earlier certainly got his attention.
“ This is hardly the time to be attending to any of your duties, Frederick. Work any further and you might even end up dead. Now, off to bed you go. I can handle everything from here. ” This was certainly an advantageous situation for the butler, seeing as Frederick couldn’t interfere with his duties for now but aside from that, he had to rest nonetheless.. For the sake of the Shepards, as well as his own health.
“ If you were to pass on the illness onto Lord Chrom or Lady Lissa – Gods. We can’t have that. Besides … I suppose it isn’t ideal for you to be sick. ” As much as his ego wouldn’t have liked to admit it, Frederick was certainly one of the Shepards’ best men and besides, Lord Chrom would be worried sick if he were to catch wind of this.
Sigh. Most of his duties were taken care of for the day so … perhaps he had no choice but to take it upon himself. It was for the better after all.
“ … Whether you like it or not, I’ll nurse you back to health. It’s for the good of both of us. So, be grateful that I’m even taking the time to help you. ”