Well...the Prince had to admit he liked the idea of resting. Still, wouldn't people worry if he was out sick? He wasn't sick anyway! Princes couldn't get sick.
Barty gave him an eyebrow and watched the Prince try to bury himself into his bed like some kind of burrowing creature. "Your Majesty..." someone had to appear at hours, and meet with the Generals today at least.
"Rikuuuu. Go to my receiving hours if you won't let me," the Prince demanded. "My head HURTS." He whined after that.
"Well," Barty said scratching his head a little. "I will see he is brought some tea and soup, if you can settle him in and hurry to receiving hours in his place." He left the two alone after that, and Sora peeked his head out from under the blanket with a frown once he was gone.