Freya didn’t want to dig into James too much. Laughing at his reasoning, she shook her head as she blew over the cup in her hands. [color=0072bc][b]“You should have called, then. What if you hurt yourself?”[/b][/color] Her gaze flickered towards James’ shoulders, which caught her attention as they shook slightly. Her brows furrowed, a little agitated at herself. Right – He was sick. Why was she sitting and having hot chocolate like it was a normal day? She could only chalk it up to a habit. Putting the cup down onto the table, she stood and motioned for James not to really fight her on it. [color=0072bc][b]“C’mon. You can drink that under some blankets, yeah?”[/b][/color] Smiling, she waited until he had gotten up to wrap her arm around his waist to hold him more securely to her as they journeyed down the hall. [color=0072bc][b]“You’re so cold! I can feel it through your pajamas!”[/b][/color] She teased with a grin. 

Arriving at the bed, Freya couldn’t help but laugh as she saw that he had made his bed upon exiting. No rest for him, it seemed. Pulling the sheets back, she eased James down and after he got settled in, pulled the blankets back over him. [color=0072bc][b]“One sec.”[/b][/color] She raised a finger, and left the room, returning momentarily before returning the warm cup to his hands. Looking about, she drummed her fingers onto the side of her own up in thought. Remembering that he has asked her something and she had yet to answer it, Freya coughed. [color=0072bc][b]“Oh, right! Annie came by already and cleaned and we had a good chat.”[/b][/color] She smiled.

The look on his face made her frown and she gently thumped his forehead. [color=0072bc][b]“Hey. She did. But we both thought it would be great if someone was here to make sure you were alright. It’s no secret you’re stubborn. Look how I found you.”[/b][/color] She sighed. [color=0072bc][b]“A horrible butler? Maybe in the sense you didn’t let me know you were feeling unwell. I wouldn’t have asked for your help as often, or even had you working to be honest.”[/b][/color] Freya gave a heavier sigh, putting her cup down a little harder than intended, leaning over James. 


[color=0072bc][b]“But! If we are talking as friends, then yes - you’re a horrible friend.”[/b][/color] She didn’t stay leaned over him long, and simply moved back, sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing at her lap. [color=0072bc][b]“…Maybe I’m the horrible friend. I didn’t even know you were feeling unwell!”[/b][/color] She groaned, running a hand through her fringe. [b][color=0072bc]“I’m going to make up for it, though!”[/color][/b] She determined with a clenched fist. [color=0072bc][b]“I’m going to be a better friend than I have been. And..”[/b][/color] Freya paused, her eyes looking over James for a moment. [color=0072bc][b]“And..a better mistress or boss to you. I should know if something is wrong. I’m around you like…all the time.”[/b][/color] It seemed that she was pouting at this point, more than she was angry. [color=0072bc][b]“I’ll stay until you feel better. We’re friends right now, so don’t be weird.”[/b][/color] She stuck her tongue out towards him, feeling that he would try to weasel his way out of her helping.