159 She Suffers A Cold (1/2)

”You're still sick. Be obedient, and rest.” Christian said firmly.

”The fever is gone now! All I have left is a bad cough. I don't see why we can't go back to the inn!” Robin argued. But her argument was undermined by the coughing fit she had right after.

”See? Rest up. There's no need to put undue stress upon yourself.” These past three days, Christian had been very firm about Robin resting.

Robin glared at him. ”I can handle a bit of stress. It's not like we'd be doing anything but walking.” She grumbled.

”Wow. Already at tha fighting stage, I see~” An annoyingly cheerful voice spoke up from the doorway.

Robin glared over at Merry. ”You'd be arguing too if you weren't allowed to do anything. I'm already going crazy from boredom.”

”Better boredom than you getting worse.” Christian returned easily.

”What are you? My Mom?” Robin scoffed.

Christian smirked. ”Be obedient and go to sleep, my child.”

”You say that, but I'm clearly the older brother!” Robin argued.

”I'll believe that when you act like a responsible older brother.” Christian retorted.

When have I not acted responsibly!?” Robin exclaimed, flustered.

”Since three days ago. We'll have to simply agree to disagree upon that matter.” Christian laughed.

”Gee, nice to see that one of us is amused!” Robin growled, before having another coughing fit. It was because Christian was the caretaker that her fever hadn't gone down until last night.

”Man! I have had enough of this cold!” Robin groaned in frustration.

”Time to use my secret weapon: Home remedy number twenty two and home remedy number three.” She took out three items and two cups.

”Honey?” Merry said, pleasantly surprised.

”Cinnamon?” Christian was mildly confused.

”Don't forget the lemon!” Robin smirked. ”With these three, I can defeat any cold now that my fever is gone!”

Christian felt Robin's forehead, honestly concerned that her fever had come back.

”Hey, I'm sick! Not delusional!” Robin objected.

”So? How are these things supposed to help you?” Merry asked.

”First, I need hot water for tea.” Robin gave Merry one of the cups.

”I'll be right back, then!” Merry went on her merry way to grab a fresh teapot.

Robin took out a knife and started to scrape the cinnamon bark.

”Let me do that for you.” Christian took over. Robin rolled her eyes, but busied herself by pouring the honey into the remaining cup.

”Isn't that a bit much for tea?” Christian asked glancing at the half-filled cup.

”This one isn't for tea. It's for a syrup.” Robin replied. ”I need a lot of cinnamon dust, so work hard~!” She smiled cheekily.

”I walked right into this, I suppose.” Christian sighed as he observed the pitifully small pile of cinnamon dust.

”I'm back~ Now what?” Merry asked. She had brought not only a cup full of hot water, she had also brought a teapot.

Robin took out another dagger and sliced open the lemon, squeezing the juice into the cup. Applying a liberal amount of honey, Robin stirred it in with a spoon until the honey dissolved.

”Honey lemon tea is finished!” She replied.

”How is this s'posed ta help?” Merry asked.

”Do you have another cup? I'll give you a taste.” Robin told her.

”I thought this might happen, so Ah've already grabbed me a cup~!” Merry brought a cup out from her sleeve.

Robin rolled her eyes, but tilted a few sips of her drink into Merry's cup.

”Stingy!” Merry complained, looking at the two sips in the bottom of her cup.

”You're not sick are you? I only said I'd give you a taste. Not the whole thing!” Robin scolded.

”Okay, fine. Landsakes, sick people can be so prickly.” Merry rolled her eyes.

”Can I have a taste as well?” Christian asked.

”Fine, I suppose you can. Merry, a cup, please.” Robin asked.

”Hmm Hmm~ I only managed ta grab this one cup. all tha others are being polished. it isn't advised ta use them right naow.” Merry said cheekily, winking at Robin.

”You-!” Robin's face blackened as she glared at Merry.

”It's just a sip, right? no need to dirty another cup.” Christian said, as he picked up Robin's cup and took a sip.

”There. All yours.” He handed it back to Robin, and went back to scraping the cinnamon stick.

”Heh heh heh, Well isn't that good fer you? One less dish dirtied~!” Merry smirked at Robin.

Robin glared at Merry.