You've either been passed out or out doing crazy shit all month, you wouldn't know where the fuck I am.

<sub>[Even when her tone is gentled in her concern, it remains her joy and privilege in life to lob retorts.

And he is in a state to be concerned about with the ongoing adventures in word salad. She approaches on socked feet, but not to sit down. Sitting down would mean she couldn't reach to do this--this being jutting her hand out and putting the heel of her hand against his forehead.

She doesn't have any younger siblings or friends she's tenderly nursed through sickness; she's not really an expert on best techniques for temperature checks.]</sub>

You don't feel hot.

_{[Rules out delirious on account of fever.]}