[Eventually, Ardyn comes out, mug of tea in hand. He moves over to where Fynn is, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and offers it to him. (Frowning a little, too; Fynn just looks worse now than he did moments before.)]

I'm hoping that they won't. Perhaps that's what is most disconcerting about it all.

[A beat, and then.] Are you feeling warm or cold? [If Fynn has the chills, then he bets he has a fever too.]