Miles didn't miss her tense tone as she told him about the potions, and let out a heavy sigh. "I feel sick to the stomach," he complained, still not sure why he was so out of sorts. When she mentioned he didn't have any sores, his hands automatically went to his chest where he started to itch.
"But I feel so itchy. Are you sure I don't have any sores?" He pulled away the buttons on his nightrobes, showing her the red, angry mark on his chest where his nails had just dug. "See!"
When her hand went to his hair, he closed his eyes. "That's nice," he almost purred. He did, at least feel glad she wasn't feverish.
"I... might be able to shower myself," he said, his voice still sounding pitiful. "But I might need you to wash my back." He gave her that look one final time, hoping she would oblige. "You're so good for looking after me."