[And so, once again the conversation concerning memories is put carefully to the side in Ardyn's mind. He chooses to focus on Fynn's health for now, as that appears to be the most pressing matter.

A frown.]

No, I don't. You're feeling chilled because you're probably running a fever.

[And then, a bit sternly, like a parent talking to a child:] Stay home tomorrow. You'd be useless at work anyway.