Agatha buried her face in her pillow and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, shivering slightly. She really really didn't feel good. She reached out and rubbed Tedros's back. "Honey, do I feel hot to you?"

Tedros rolled over towards Agatha, blinking sleepily, and laid the back of his hand against her forehead. "Mmm...maybe a little..." he mumbled, frowning slightly. "Are you not feeling good?"

Agatha shook her head. "No... I'm cold... My body is aching, and I just feel horrible," she whispered, her voice raspy.

Tedros propped himself up on his elbows, yawning mightily as he fought off the sandman for a moment. "Can I get you something? Maybe some hot tea, or soup, or ginger ale...?"

Agatha curled up tighter in a ball. "Some tea would be amazing," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I'd kiss you good morning...but I don't want you to get whatever it is that I have."

Tedros smiled faintly, leaning over to press a soft kiss to her brow. "'I appreciate that..." he murmured, and wriggled out of bed, walking to the kitchen.

Agatha cuddled up in the bed more and shivered. She could hear Tedros moving around the house and she wished that she could get up and see the sunrise. It was one of the things she had always enjoyed in the morning.

Tedros dropped a Gypsy Cold Remedy tea bag in the mug of hot water, grabbing the honey and a teaspoon to take back to the bedroom with him.

While Tedros was walking towards their room, he stumbled nearly spilling the tea. “Shit, ow, ow, ow, damn it,” He had spilled some on his fingers.

Tedros finally made it back to the bedroom unscathed, closing the door softly behind him. He settled carefully onto the bed, setting the tea and honey on the bedside table.

Agatha peeked out from under the covers and looked at Tedros. "Can you come and cuddle with me...? I promise that I won't breathe on you."

Tedros gave her a crooked smile, slipping under the covers with her again. "Of course," he murmured quietly, gathering Agatha gently into his arms, a small smile crossing his lips. "But don't hold your breath, now, 'cause you'll die, and I'm not into that necrophilia shit."

Agatha groaned and let her head fall forward onto Tedros's chest. "Oh, that was a bad joke..." She shivered slightly, her head starting to hurt more. "Can I have a sip of tea, please?"

"Of course, love, here..." Tedros murmured, scooting up into a sitting position. Braced against the headboard, he lifted Agatha up and propped her against his chest, holding her in place with one arm as he reached for the tea.

"It's that Gypsy Cold Remedy stuff that Nicola swears by," Tedros murmured, passing Agatha the mug. "She says she never needs to add anything, but let me know if you need honey, honey."

Agatha smiled softly, though even smiling itself now hurt. She took a small sip of the tea and then sighed as the warm liquid soothed her throat. "Oh wow, yeah, this is really good... But maybe a bit of honey, honey," she said, leaning into Tedros's chest with a soft sigh.

Tedros snorted out soft laughter as he stretched slowly for the bottle on the nightstand. Adding a generous dollop to the mug, he stirred it gently, nuzzling Agatha's hair. "There, try it now."

Agatha took another drink and then smiled. "Yeah, that's much better," she grinned. "Come here I wanna give you a butterfly kiss, so you don't get sick."

Tedros cocked his head at her curiously. "...A what now?"

Agatha grinned softly. "Hold still." She leaned into Tedros and let her eyelashes brush ever-so-softly against his cheek.

Tedros closed his eyes, smiling softly. "Heh, that tickles." he murmured quietly.

Agatha pulled back and curled back up into Tedros's arms. "That's the whole point, I think." She laughed softly, trying to push the whole "being sick" thing out of her mind so she could concentrate on how amazing it was being in Tedros's arms.

"At least it isn’t Eskimo kisses...those can get messy when you're sick..." Tedros murmured softly, laughter threading through his voice as he took the mug from Agatha's hand and set it aside.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. Gods, he would never get over how perfectly she fit against him.

Agatha exhaled a soft sigh and closed her eyes, letting the tea warm her from the inside. She could feel the exhaustion from being sick starting to hit her again, and she let her eyes slip shut. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep, curled up in Tedros's arms.