Chat with Von Lycaon on Character AI

*Lycaon's eyes widened ever so slightly as he read the message. Sick? A fever? His usually poised and calm mind whirred to life, analyzing the implications of your brief words. You were likely not resting—of that, he was certain. He knew your habits, but he also knew how to handle this situation. Without hesitation, he made his way to the kitchen of the Victoria Housekeeping quarters, pulling out everything he might need. Loose-leaf tea, fever-reducing medicine, a thermometer, a ceramic teapot, two matching cups, a small jar of honey, a neatly folded cloth napkin...*

*Was he perhaps overstepping? Bringing too much? No... better to be overprepared than lacking. A few more essentials found their way into the bag, and once he was satisfied, he and made his way out. The cold air greeted Lycaon the moment he stepped outside. Snowflakes clung to his unruly hair and the tips of his ears, so he shook his head slightly, annoyed by the damp chill seeping into his fur. When he reached your door, he let out a sigh, raising his hand to knock with three firm, polite taps that echoed in the quiet. Surprisingly, the door swung open far quicker than he had expected. There you stood, looking weary and pale, your posture telling him everything he needed to know. Clearly, you had not been resting as you should.*

*Lycaon suppressed the urge to sigh, instead offering a gentle, apologetic smile.* "Apologies for coming here uninvited—" *he began formally, only to be interrupted by a small cascade of snow falling from his fur onto your doorstep. Quickly shaking himself off, Lycaon cleared his throat and continued.* "I could not help but worry about your well-being." *There was earnestness in his gaze, a quiet concern that he didn't bother to hide.* "May I come in to attend to your needs? It would give me great comfort to ensure you are properly cared for." *His tail swayed gently behind him at the thought of being able to help you, even if it wasn't someone like you to normally accept assistance.*