Hi, I'm BroomballKraken, and I'm addicted to writing dumb Cyrus/H'aanit one-shots, like this one! (Okay this is technically part one of two-shot, but whatever, expect part two either tomorrow or Thursday.)

H'aanit didn't get sick very often, but when she did, Cyrus knew that she would not make it easy to take care of her.

"Gods help me, not again." Cyrus mumbled to himself, sighing as he stared at the empty bed in their room, where H'aanit was supposed to be resting. She had woken up in the morning with a fever, and Cyrus had insisted that she stay in bed for the rest of the day. He should have known better than to leave her alone for more than two seconds. H'aanit hated being sick and stuck inside all day, and he knew that she had plans today to hunt a particularly large boar that she had been tracking for a while.

Sighing again, Cyrus ran his hand through his hair, and his eyes wandered to the window, where he caught sight of his wife trying to stealthily make her way to the shed where she kept her hunting supplies. Cursing under his breath, he ran out of the room, hoping to catch her before she could successfully complete her escape.

"H'aanit, wait!" Cyrus yelled as he ran out into the yard. Bow in her hands, H'aanit looked at Cyrus with wide eyes before she turned and made a break for the woods at the back of their yard. Even sick, H'aanit could still outrun him, and he cursed under his breath.

Fortunately for him, Cyrus wasn't the only one worried about H'aanit's health. Linde suddenly burst out of the forest, blocking H'aanit's path. H'aanit tried to run passed her, but the snow leopard lashed out with her jaws and took a tight hold on H'aanit's bow, not letting go no matter how hard H'aanit pulled on it.

"Linde! Letten go at once! Howen could thou betrayeth me like this?" H'aanit growled through grit teeth. Cyrus caught up to them and chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"And where do you think you're doing, my dear?"

H'aanit flinched as she let go of her bow, and Linde purred in triumph as she trotted off to return the bow to the shed. H'aanit slowly turned to meet Cyrus' eyes, her pouting face flushed pink with her fever. She didn't answer as she averted her gaze, and he sighed, reaching up to placed his hand over her forehead.

"You're burning up, H'aanit. Really now, you cannot possibly think that you are in any condition to go hunting today." Cyrus scolded, frowning when H'aanit shivered under his touch.

"But Cyrus, I needeth to keepen up with that boar. I wilst not letten it slip from my grasp after tracking it for so long..." H'aanit argued, and she winced as she swayed suddenly, and Cyrus took a hold of her shoulders to steady her.

"Be smart about this, dearest. If you collapsed in the forest and died, well, you certainly wouldn't get the chance to kill that boar, or anything else ever again. You must take care of your health. I do not want you to get even more sick." Cyrus said, his brow furrowing with concern. H'aanit bit her lip, and then let out a deep, defeated sigh.

"I guesseth thee is right...I apologize foren trying to runeth away." H'aanit grumbled, and Cyrus chuckled.

"I forgive you, H'aanit. I know you can be incredibly stubborn, but that just makes you all the more endearing to me." Cyrus said, and H'aanit's face turned even more red as she blushed. Cyrus then gathered H'aanit into his arms, and she yelped in surprise.

"Cyrus, I do not needeth you to carry me. I can still walketh." H'aanit said, squirming in his arms. Cyrus just laughed and kissed her forehead, which stopped her protests immediately.

"Humor me this one time, my dear. I thought you liked being carried like this. Remember our wedding night?" Cyrus said as he carried H'aanit back inside. H'aanit blushed again and didn't answer, instead burying her face in his shoulder to hide her embarrassment. He himself certainly remembered that night quite well, for more than one reason. He chuckled as he reached their room, and he gently lowered her onto the bed. H'aanit sighed deeply as her eyes immediately closed and she wiggled around to get comfortable as Cyrus tucked her in.

"Sleep well, my love. I will come check up on you later." Cyrus said, placing a light kiss on her lips. "And please do not try to escape again. I would hate to have to send Linde after you. Again."

"Aye, I know." H'aanit mumbled, smiling slightly as she quickly drifted off to sleep. Cyrus stayed by her bedside for a moment longer, gazing at his wife with adoration as he gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. He stood up and left the room quietly, decided to make a quick trip into town, hoping that he would make it back before H'aanit awoke.

Later that day, Cyrus pushed open the door to their room, careful not to spill any of the soup that was in the bowl that he was carrying. H'aanit still seemed to be sleeping, and Cyrus couldn't help but notice how cute she looked. He set the bowl down on the nightstand and gently placed his hand on her forehead again. She still felt a bit warm, but not as warm as earlier in the day. He was quite relieved by that.

Yawning softly, H'aanit's eyes slowly opened and she looked up at Cyrus. The beautiful smile that crossed her face took his breath away, and he gently took one of her hands in his.

"Ah, H'aanit, did you sleep well?" he asked, and she nodded and yawned again.

"Aye. I feelen a bit better, but still a bit warm and dizzy." she said, frowning a bit. She then sniffed and looked over at the bowl on the nightstand. "Whaten ist that?"

"Oh, this is just a simple soup. I thought you might be hungry, and it would be easy on your stomach." Cyrus said, and H'aanit suddenly paled and leaned away from the bowl, like it was a bowl of leeches or spiders instead.

"Did...did thou maketh this?" she said slowly. She gulped and Cyrus saw some sweat bead on her forehead, and Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle with amusement. He knew why she was so apprehensive. Try as he might, Cyrus was a disastrous cook. H'aanit had attempted many times to teach him, but he always managed to either set things on fire or add way too much of a potent ingredient or drop things or whatever other unfortunate things that could happen in a kitchen. He would probably end up making her even more sick if he fed her anything that he had cooked.

"As much as I would like to, I am afraid that I cannot take credit for it." Cyrus said, and he chuckled when H'aanit sighed with obvious relief. "When you fell asleep, I went out to buy some ingredients to make this, and I ran into Therese and Princess Mary. I told them you were sick and that I wanted to make you some soup, and they generously offered to help, rather bluntly stating that anything I would make would only make you more sick, or outright kill you." H'aanit snorted as she broke into a fit of laughter, and he laughed along with her.

"I wilst haven to thanketh them the next time I see them, then." H'aanit said, as she took the bowl and tasted a spoonful. She closed her eyes and sighed contently, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "This ist delicious."

"I am happy that you like it, my dear. They did seem happy to help. And they wished for a speedy recovery for you." Cyrus said, and they sat in silence as H'aanit finished eating her soup. Cyrus took the empty bowl from her once she was done, and she settled back into bed, yawning deeply as her eyes closed.

"I thinkest I wilst sleepen a bit longer." H'aanit mumbled, her eyes reopening slightly. "Thankest thee, Cyrus. Foren everything." Cyrus smiled as she fell asleep once more.

"Of course, my dear H'aanit. Sweet dreams."

H'aanit groaned as she slowly awoke from her deep slumber. It was dark, and she blinked a few times until her eyes adjusted to the lack of light. A glance out of the window told her that it was late at night, with the half moon hanging high in the sky, surrounded by a multitude of shimmering stars. H'aanit moved to stretch out her arms, but they were pinned at her sides. She looked over her shoulder and found that a sleeping Cyrus was spooning her, his arms wrapped securely around her torso.

Moving carefully, H'aanit manage to free her arms and stretch them, and she was relieved to note that her dizziness was long gone. She also wasn't feeling overheated anymore, and guessed that her fever had finally passed. H'aanit carefully rolled over and gazed at Cyrus' sleeping face. She swore he got more and more handsome every time she looked at him, and she was incredibly grateful that he was here by her side. She leaned over and placed a tender kiss on his lips, and he sighed as his eyes slowly slid open.

"H'aanit?" he mumbled against her lips, a sleepy smile crossing his face. She chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair.

"'Morning, love. Well, I doest not thinken it tis quite morning yet."

"Indeed. It is still rather dark." Cyrus said, chuckling as he glanced out the window. He then reached up and placed his hand on H'aanit's forehead, and he smiled. "Are you feeling better? It seems that your fever finally broke."

"Aye. I feelen much better. Tis all thanks to you." she said, nuzzling her face against his. "I am sorry for being so difficult, Cyrus. I should hath listened to thee from the start. Thank you foren always putting up with my stubbornness." Cyrus smiled fondly and cupped her cheek with his hand, and she sighed and leaned into his touch.

"You are most welcome, my dear. I may have married the most stubborn huntress in Orsterra, but it will always be the best decision of my life. I love you, H'aanit." H'aanit smiled as Cyrus pulled her into his embrace, and she would always count herself as the luckiest woman in the world, getting to spend the rest of her life with Cyrus.

"I love you too, Cyrus. Always."