"Oh dear. If it's something medical, it can't be helped, but."

She's drifted close enough to tap a finger against his chest, head tilted just so to be able to look into his eyes.

"Promise me they'll stay attached? I've only got the one set, after all."

And the best promises, after all, are sealed with a kiss. It's sheer indulgence to kiss him after toying with the idea like this, when all she has is his nickname of all things, but her best ideas always have seemed a little dubious at first. She'll hear if someone tries to come up, and there's no reason except the modesty she doesn't have to resist. So Fever will kiss him, and kiss him well, and enjoy every moment of it.