"No way, I'm perfectly fine here," Camila said firmly, glancing at Connor through the vanity mirror.

Connor looked at her, trying to convince her. "It's freezing here, and the space is cramped. You can't be comfortable. Come back to the apartment; it's warm and spacious."

Camila turned to face him. "Sure, it's small, but I've got everything I need, and I'm comfortable. Winter's short, just a few cold days."

Connor sighed, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "Alright, I won't push you."

"I made some oatmeal," Camila said with a smile, gently holding his hand. "We'll have it, and then you can take some fever medicine."

Connor nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

the dining table.

a sip and found it surprisingly delicious. "Did it

his head, finishing most of the bowl. "It's fantastic,

glance. Connor paused, touched his nose, and with an apologetic smile said, "To make up for last time, how about we go shopping later? I'll buy you lots of new clothes

sick.

playfully held her hand. "Stay with me

the morning's events. He was nearly fever-free now, but it was hard to ensure nothing spontaneous would happen. "You haven't fully recovered yet; you need rest," she coaxed softly, like talking to a child,

Connor nodded softly. "Mhm."

was only slightly elevated, Camila sat

all night, was indeed tired. With Camila's soothing presence, he quickly

breathing steady, Camila gently withdrew her hand from his and quietly left the

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