[That is definitely close to the worst, if not the worst fever Shun's ever felt, and he pulls his hand away quite quickly once he's established that. Hakkai's response gets a somewhat dismissive sound from him, though.]
Not today, unless the class is on how to identify a dead body. [Trying to run a class in this state is asking for trouble. Since this is a storeroom even if it's been repurposed, Shun sets about digging up a towel (or dishcloth, or whatever he can find soonest), folding it, and dampening it with some of the blessed water from his canteen. He could just use the kettle, but he doesn't know how long it's been since someone used it.
He moves to lay the damp towel on Hakkai's forehead, with rather more caution than he's been offering up to this point, and after a moment or two, also much less politely thrusts the open and still mostly full canteen in the direction of his face.]
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Not today, unless the class is on how to identify a dead body. [Trying to run a class in this state is asking for trouble. Since this is a storeroom even if it's been repurposed, Shun sets about digging up a towel (or dishcloth, or whatever he can find soonest), folding it, and dampening it with some of the blessed water from his canteen. He could just use the kettle, but he doesn't know how long it's been since someone used it.
He moves to lay the damp towel on Hakkai's forehead, with rather more caution than he's been offering up to this point, and after a moment or two, also much less politely thrusts the open and still mostly full canteen in the direction of his face.]
Drink. It's water.