Sometimes the young male couldn't help but wonder if death would have been a better option than... this. Félicien would shift as he heard the cry, his ears twitching and head adjusting so he could look to his mirror image as he stood there in the den. The larger of the twins truly felt horrible that Sorrel had to see him this way. To see him so ill for the second time. This was not the epidemic, heck, he certainly hoped not, but was just some sickness that was passing around due to the winter. Féli truly hated to worry his family, to worry Sorrel especially. He would try to put on a brave face, despite feeling like shit, and tried to offer his brother a smile.
"Been... a while." Sorrel would know he wasn't completely fine, but maybe it would make his brother worry just a tad less if he saw Félicien was still well enough to try and joke, to smile. "What's the special... occasion?" A racking cough would leave Félicien's muzzle, head laying back on his legs. His head throbbed, his throat so dry. That was the cause for the blood that sometimes flecked the mucus he coughed up. Féli would suppress a whine, making a request instead.
"Can I... get some water?" His voice was low. Though Félicien had been the one of the twins to get badly sick twice now in his life he had a strong will to live. He wouldn't leave his family, no matter how many times he had to fight sickness back. The world wouldn't be rid of him that easy... especially when his family was his strength.