Ha ha. [Guy smiles fondly, continuing to stroke Asch's hair absently, eyes fixed vaguely on the pillow beneath Asch's head rather than his face.]

You were so sick. I remember your mother- she was so determined, even though she was sick herself. Tried to sit in with you, but His Grace just carted her back off to bed and told the maids to keep a close eye. She was so furious with him she didn't speak to him for a week.

Made meals uncomfortable, though; we -the servers and I- we always tried to find excuses to duck back into the kitchen because it was just so tense. You remember that...?