[ Thinking of Aymeric actually brings to mind their planned meeting for the following day - he wanted to have another dinner (hopefully uninterrupted), though Era talked him down into a small, informal meal followed by a walk around The Pillars. They were going to brainstorm ideas of how to improve things for the Brume in the immediate future that might help reduce the spread and severity of the Red Throat outbreak.

Her thoughts are interrupted as Felih helps her sit up again, back cushioned by down-filled pillows. She shifts only slightly, adjusting the way her torso is angled so it's a little easier to breathe. While ill, Era is still determined to do what she can of her own accord. But she offers Felih a grateful smile. ]

This arrangement is fine.

[ While the touch isn't unexpected Era still flinches when his hand touches her face. His hand is so cold against her skin, but rather than pull away she finds herself leaning into the touch. ]

I've a meeting tomorrow eve with the Lord Commander. [ Era is tempted to meet with him anyway, regardless of her health. While she would take care not to pass on her illness she should like to inform her friend of the current situation herself, and they did have important matters to discuss. ] Perhaps we could arrange for it to take place here rather than Borel Manor.

[ She has absolutely no clue that it was probably going to be another totally-a-date-but-not-actually-a-date date, nor does it occur to her that it may be inappropriate to invite Aymeric to spend time with her in her rooms at the Fortemps'. But it's Aymeric. And neither Lord Edmont nor any of his staff would think to make any gossip, since Era's oblivious nature with regards to romantic endeavors and overtures is fairly well-known, as is the Lord Commander's gentlemanly and proper nature.

Having high status does have its perks occasionally (even if that's yet another thing Era is more or less oblivious to). ]

Felih?

[ What are your thoughts on this, oh loyal retainer-friend? ]