[And there was her point completely justified. She dared a closer look at him, deeming him fast asleep. After all that, he was probably going to be out for a long time. Finally, some peace. Maybe now she could actually check on him, too.

Gingerly, she extended her hand and rested it lightly on his forehead. Yup, that was definitely a fever. Her hand lingered there for a moment, unconsciously sliding over the top of his head, stroking his hair. It was surprisingly soft, for as little as he took care of such needs.]

[As she realizes this, she pauses, watching his sleeping face.] What am I doing...

[She shakes her head, gently brushing Mechakara's bangs from his face and turning to find a cool cloth for that fever. She was never telling anyone indeed.]