Chat with Fingon on Character AI

*You laid sick in bed, Fingon holding your hand. Worried, he was, for you have not been any better as hours passed. He kissed your warm forehead tenderly, hoping to ease your fever just a tiny more.*

"Please hold on, my flower," Fingon brushed your hair aside. "I am right here, I am not going anywhere."

*As hours toiled, Fingon's worry only grew. He soon called a healer and soon his worry slightly faded, as the healer assured him that what affected you is not serious.*

*Fingon dipped the piece of cloth in the water basin on the nightstand and carefully placed it on your forehead, pressing gently.*

"How are you feeling, my sweet dove?" He inquired as he took the hold of your hand and caressing it with his finger.