No fever. That was a small blessing in itself. He pushed some of her hair back from her face and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead, trying to keep concern from his face and his voice. If she had no fever, maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed. But she looked pale. And she had dark circles under her eyes.
"Of course," Evan responded to her question, sitting down beside her. "Just lay down, okay?" he suggested, reaching over to his pack and pulling his water bottle out. It was still full, halfway anyway, and the water was lukewarm, which was the best thing to give someone who wasn't feeling well. "Take a drink, okay? You might not want it right now, but it'll make you feel better in the long run," he said, opening the bottle and pressing it into her hand.
"Maintenant, repos, ma sœur. I'm right here, okay?" he said, leaning down and carding his fingers through her hair in hopes that it would relax her.
This moment bubbled up a little bit more emotion in Evan than he recalled feeling in a long time. It reminded him of moments when they were younger, picking up a young George from school early when she wasn't feeling well. He'd drive her home, give her crackers and ginger ale, they'd watch some corny kids cartoon and she'd always cuddle right up to him on the couch. Choking back an onslaught of wistful tears, he held his head high and tried to keep himself calm, despite the emotion this whole thing was causing.
It didn't, however, stop him from softly singing the song he always used to sing when she was little.