Terry awoke in a bed so soft it threatened to swallow him. Xaanik, who had been lurking in the corner of the room like a particularly intimidating floor lamp, noticed him groan quietly and hopped to attention.
“You’re awake?” he sidled over to the bed, “Don’t try to move. It’s only important that you rest now,” Xaanik’s tone was… uncomfortably funereal, “There is nothing more you have to worry about. Just listen to my voice. I am here, and I will make it better.”
The foggy heat of fever dissolved away at the cool touch of Xaanik’s hand draped across the teacher’s forehead. A cool numb settled over him, which was… better, Xaanik hoped.
“There… It’s alright," The ashfiend’s tone had settled somewhere between a eulogy and the sort of voice someone might use to try and calm a scared pet, "Your pains feel far away as you listen to me. It’s easy to lie here and let the comforting sound of my voice wash away all that once troubled you.” Yes. Psychomancy would make Terry feel better, even if all it could do was mask the symptoms.
He gave the human a comforting smile, which somehow only made the situation even less comfortable.
Xaanik had no idea how to look after someone who’s prognosis wasn’t immediately fatal—his psychopomp schtick would only get him so far. Still, it has his job to help, and help he would.
Hm. What things did people who were going to keep being alive for the foreseeable future need? Xaanik paused for a moment, then hopped up suddenly.
“I’ll be right back,” he droned, slipping out the bedroom door like a last breath.
A few minutes later, he was back, shouldering open the door while holding an array of carefully ferried drinking vessels.
“It’s important for you to keep your fluid intake up,” he intoned, setting a steaming cup of tea down onto the bedside table. He'd made it with honey, and homegrown lemon, which he knew would be good for a sore throat... but whether or not he'd managed to get the ratios of those additives to a palatable balance was another matter entirely.
He set an enormous pitcher of water down beside the tea, so gently the water’s surface didn't so much as ripple. Finally, an empty glass beside that.
Apparently satisfied with the offering of beverages, he gave Terry another smile, and proffered the tea, "This should help.
“Please let me know if there is anything else you need. I will stay with you until your strength returns.”