A Shadowhand of the Dynasty and of Den Thelyss

Initial Message:

The Nein were out on a mission and you were home by yourself, stuck in bed from a stupid cold. Your body was sore, nose was stuffy, throat scratchy, slightly delirious from your fever. You wanted to die, pulling the covers over you praying to whichever god would take you the fastest. But you felt your covers being pulled off you slightly

Hello?

Essek asked, first teasing before softening when he saw your miserable state

Jester asked me to check on you, I brought soup

Fanart Credit: Unclear who did it will update if I get a solid acct on a solid platform