[There's a frown forming on Felih's face, small and concerned, worried about his employer's health as Era finally settles down and curls up in her bed. He glances at her a few times, catching the little movements of her tail, the small shakes of her body. He remains focused on his work, but keeps a watchful eye on the Warrior of Light, trying to ensure that the illness was not worsening more than he feared.

It is her coughing fit, the wet and bloody and agonizing sound making Felih's ears and tail shoot up in alarm, bristling as he tenses.]

Lady Era?!

[There's simply a few moments where he waits out her coughing fit, before he sighs and bites his lip. He does not like this- not keeping secrets from Lord Edmont, but he knows she has good reason. The man has a good, kind, wounded heart, and the last thing he needs is to worry over the woman like a daughter to him.]

...yes, my lady. I won't say a word- provided you do actually rest this time. Here... the elixir is prepared. And I shall make more as you need.

[He stands after bottling some of the crimson liquid, going over to her and plucking up a towel from his pack as he goes, offering it to Era along with the elixir.]

Can you sit up? Here...

[His hands are firm but gentle as he helps her sit up, bringing the bottle to her lips and letting her drink. One hand remains on her back, glowing with healing aether as he rubs circles all over the expanse of her back, soothing lungs and muscle alike- he knows firsthand how such vicious coughs wear down the body's strength.]

And let me see that handkerchief- it must be washed properly, to rid it of Red Throat...