((I'm just so bad at this replying thing. Sigh. D: Sorry!))

Fenris' hand pressed against Codette's shoulder and chest, pushing her back down the instant she tried to sit up. "Stay down." His voice was stern, and his gaze was cold. For all she knew, Fenris hated her.

Laiden, however, pushed Fenris' hand away and frowned. He was worried for Codette, and showed it in a far more obvious way than his partner. "You're sick," he said quietly, gripping the small pouch of herbs and medicine in his palm. Before he could continue, the doctor relayed the same information he'd given the boys: it was possible that Codette had pneumonia or something similar, and it could become life-threatening if she didn't get rid of it before heading back out to sea.

Fenris' expression spoke volumes. He wasn't going to let her endanger herself in such a way.

Laiden continued to look worried, and he stayed where he was knelt beside her bunk. The youth leaned against it, his arm pressed against hers as he listened to Fenris speak about what should be done. Laiden zoned out, focused only on the warm (too warm) contact between Codette and himself. She was feverish. This would indeed be deadly if they were stuck out at sea without the proper care.