"Hey, Oren, I think you should see this."

His Captain looks up from the file he's reading at the call of his name, closing the folder, he sets it on the desktop at the beckoning for his attention. He comes to stand next to his brother, Ephraim holds the file out to him, and he takes it with confusion. "See what?"

"Read the margin."

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to read the slanted writing, it's distinct, light on the parchment. It's curly and neat. He knows immediately who this writing belongs to, and he glances up over the edge to his brothers young charge, her and his own circle around each other closely.

Sighing, Oren returns his gaze to the file he holds, eyes skimming over the words written there.

Are you okay?

He knows who responds to the inquiry.

Do you think you can get me something from Zed's inventory?

An eyebrow raises in curiosity.

I can try. What do you need?

Something for an upset stomach.

Why don't you tell Oren if you don't feel well? He'd take care of you. Akriel takes care of us when we don't feel well.

He's already given me somewhere to sleep, I don't want to be a burden, he already handles so much because I can't talk.

He'd read enough, closing the file quickly, he thrusts it out for his brother. Ephraim takes it back, folding it up against his chest, eyeing his brother curiously. "Are you going to be unavailable for the evening?"

"Yes, something has come up, cover for me."

"I'll let Z know." Ephraim nods. "He'll make a few things for you guys."

"Thank you." Oren turns on his heel, crossing his arms lightly, crossing the threshold to intercede his charge as he carries an arm full of blankets to the beds him and his friend were making up. "Inca, can I have a word with you?"

The boy drops the blankets in surprise at his sudden appearance, and he looks down at them with raised eyebrows, if the boy had something to hide, his nervousness was giving him away in a heartbeat.

"How do you feel?" He tilts his head slightly. "You look rather flushed."

He turns quickly to his friend, she's trying to hide in herself, ducking down slightly. Orion glances up and meets his eyes, nodding quickly, she sets her things down and comes to stand at his side. They both look nervous, as if they're up to something, as if they know they're doing something wrong. "He's fine….Just been moving around a lot today."

"Right." Oren turns to her. "And how does Akriel feel about lying?"

She looks down. "He doesn't like it."

"If you want to have our talk here, that's fine, we can have it here." He reaches out to press the back of his hand to his boy's forehead, then to his cheeks, frowning at the heat. "How long have you been feeling bad?"

His hands shake as he raises them. 'Since yesterday.'

"You've been feeling this way since yesterday," the older healer frowns lightly and withdraws his hand. "And you never said anything."

'I didn't want to be too much trouble.'

"You could never be too much trouble." Oren nods at Orion. "I won't tell Akriel. I know you were merely looking out for your friend." And he draws his arm around the young healers shoulders. "We are getting you back in bed."

Inca curls his arm around his back, fingers curling into his tunic, following as Oren turned them around for the direction of the stairs that led to the Loft above their heads. They stop by Zed's station on their way, collecting a handful of small vials, the apothecary gives him a stern look when he learns that is was him who had stolen from his inventory, but can't very well be that angry at the small healer with reddened cheeks. "Get some rest, kiddo."

"Oh, he'll get plenty of it." Oren reassured him, rubbing at his arm lightly as they turned back on their way. Taking the stairs silently, they slowly appeared in the lounge, everyone being below left it empty and silent. His guardian leads him through the empty lounge, passed the wooden table and cooking area, down the hall to where their room lays.

They turn inside.

"Alright, kick off your boots, get yourself ready for bed."

Inca nods, doing as he's told, kicking off his boots beside his bed, he shimmies out from his trousers and climbs under the blankets that have been folded back for him. He unashamedly snuggles down against his pillows, under his blankets, and Oren smiles at him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

He brushes dark bangs from his eyes. "Tell me what hurts."

'My belly hurts.' He falls still. 'And my throat.'

His guardian smiles at him. 'I got just what you need.'

Picking two blue vials from the lot, he pops the tops off, and passes them over one by one. Watching attentively, he ensures that the little healer downs them both, and tucks the blanket up under his chin when he passes the second empty vial to him. "Get some sleep, little guy."

'Will you lay down with me?'

Chuckling, the Virtue nods. 'Scoot over.'

Inca smiles, scooting over just a tad, the elder slides in next to him. Oren leans back against the pillows, lifting his arm for him, and the shy little angel scoots closer, ducking under his arm and curls in closer. He curls his arm around him, pulling close against his side, and rubs at his arm lightly.

"Now," he kisses the side of his feverish forehead. "You get some sleep."

'Okay Ori.'

He catches his hand before it can fall back down, pressing the palm to his lips. "No more talking, you little chatter box, close those eyes."

Inca smiles, nuzzling down, and closes his eyes as he's surrounded by the warm familiar air that is Oren.