Jareth wandered the Above with his hands shoved in the pockets of his coat. The brisk fall wind nipped at his face, causing him to screw his dry eyes shut against it. He was having an absolutely miserable day. First the High Council had called him in and given him hell for a situation he literally had no control over. Then he'd been informed that there were documents he had to read and sign, only to find out that his entire desk was covered with them! The rest of the morning and a good part of the afternoon had been spent figuring out that mess. In the end he just wanted to relax or even go back to bed, but of course that wasn't an option. Traveling to the Above was the only way he could be certain that no one would pester him. He took a breath of the cool damp air and paused as a coughing fit shook his frame. Surely his advisors would have left him alone? Ha! Not likely. The window of the shop he was passing showed his reflection, and he nearly laughed at how pale he was aside from his flushed cheeks. His vision blurred slightly as his fever spiked yet again. This couldn't continue much longer. He'd collapse from exhaustion before too much longer. Just as that thought ran through his muddled brain, he rather forcefully blundered into someone. "Apologies..." he murmured, his tongue thick and heavy as he struggled to focus on the figure in front of him.