Feeling James’ hand on her shoulder, Freya’s gaze looked to it, surprised at the gentle squeeze. Surely other people who had butlers and maids and other hired help cared about their well-being? From what Annie had told her of their last employer, not everyone was concerned for them as she was. She was fortunate enough to have been born and raised in a household that bled kindness towards others, no matter if they were the head of International Affairs, or simply the janitor at a hotel. Everyone had a story, and hopes and dreams.  She couldn’t help the slight color on her cheeks at James’ admission of his feelings towards her. He didn’t...mean that in that way...did he? She had opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. Now wasn’t the time for questions. At least...not of those kind. 

At his stubborn realization, she couldn’t help but nod eagerly in agreement. [color=0072bc][b]“Definitely.”[/b][/color] She smiled. Her brown eyes widened slightly as James came closer to her, his forehead so cold. Her brows furrowed with some concern. Such mixed emotions, he was saying such wonderful things to her, but he was so sick. She was so happy she thought she could cry, and sniffled, doing her best not to at the moment. James needed her attention, and if he even thought she was even slightly upset there would be no turning back. Freya couldn’t help rubbing at her cheeks as they deepened in color. [color=0072bc][b]“J-James...”[/b][/color] She wanted him to be comfortable, but she couldn’t stay sitting like this for hours while he napped. Gently kissing his hair, she stood, removing her shoes. [color=0072bc][b]“Let’s get comfortable so you can get some rest, alright? See if you feel better now that you’ve got some warm drink in you.” [/b][/color]

Freya climbed onto the bed, shifting so that she was comfortable against some pillows, and gently pulled James back so he was resting against her, her hands tugging the blanket up to keep him warm. [color=0072bc][b]“This way you won’t even think about getting cold.”[/b][/color] She smiled. [color=0072bc][b]“Are you comfortable? If not I could always give you some pillows. Or we could move until you’re better situated.”[/b][/color] Her fingers gently weaved through his dark locks in a repetitive fashion, and she began humming a soft tune while she waited.