[He doesn't actually want to get sick either, he just wants the fussing that comes with it...

His cheek isn't particularly warm, so he might just be a little hot from running around so much. He raises his hand to gently tap the back of hers, though.]

I won't get sick! I remember to dress warm every time I go outside and to eat.

[The early sword life, where "remembering to eat" is actually a feat. Good work, squad.]

But should I really be taking medicine when we're kinda running low already?