Kismet wasn't certain yet if it could be deemed good or bad that Warja was his healer. Of course he trusted her it wasn't that at all though even in his sickly state he could tell she was having just a little too much fun with this and he wondered, if when better he would ever hear the end of it.
It hadn't seemed like much time had passed since her last visit and yet here she was back again already and that cheery attitude still in place. He'd never actually been ill like this before didn't know what to expect from a healer though he had his suspicions it wasn't such a playful nature. Of course his mother hadn't exactly been the overly compassionate type as they grew up, he wasn't looking to be mollycoddled but he wasn't well and if Warja could dial it down just a little bit, he'd be grateful.
A small groan would be given as she entered the den, sleep had just been beckoning him and now there was no chance of that. Not to mention this new nickname 'sicky' was certainly one he didn't want to stick at all. To be honest he may have had a couple of issues with Warja's bubbly nature right now but he wasn't exactly the greatest of patients anyway. The very first herb she had brought in had been left sat for nearly an entire day before he'd finally given in and eaten it. "Yes." He lied. Well it wasn't technically a lie, he was slightly better but as Warja would have put it, he still felt rather like poop. He was just being awkward again. "Just trying to sleep."
