May 8, 2013
Aryn frowned in worry as she saw Merlin suffered from a high fever. She sat down beside him, and gently put her hand on his forehead. Her cool magic went into his body. "Rest my Protégé, you will feel better soon." Aryn whispered soothingly.
Merlin whimpered softly, his eyes closed as he leaned into her soothing touch. “A-Aryn?” He whispered hoarsely, his throat dry as a bone. He kept his head turned to her touch, shivering lightly.