Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

The look on her face nearly made him break out in giggles. Instead, he flopped his head the other way, "What? You're not going to take the opportunity to poison your idiot master? Run for the hills? Leave us all behind?" He had run the gambit with his hallucinations already in the woods. Visions of seeing his family dead around him, chasing Vesper through the trees only to see her get killed by a bear, taste-testing every herb he came across just to be sure he was picking the right ones. He glanced off her shoulder as a shadow moved in his vision.

"I've been testing them. They're only visual. They don't make any sounds, and they don't alter tastes." He sighed and got up, taking his paw back from her. "I've been able to keep the fever down with feverfew, but it stopped working yesterday." He turned to the hearth with a sloppy motion. Now that the cat was out of the bag to her he didn't need to pretend to have his shit together. It had been almost more exhausting to pretend he was well than to come up with this idea.

"Let's get this brewing, mind starting the fire?" He started and felt around for the pot, not trusting his eyes. He was too tired to pretend to be Mister Healer Master. There was no mask he had the energy to use anymore.

"Speech"