"You should listen to her, Taicho. Think of what could happen if you don't take better care of yourself."
Ukitake shuddered. That voice was one he only heard in his dreams. He didn't dare look back to see the owner of the hand that had settled on his shoulder before Stahma's own gentle touch. He dreaded what he might find.
"Tea would be lovely," he told Stahma in a strained voice, one he could blame on the coughing, though tht wasn't the cause. He allowed himself to be guided to her quarters and tried to close his ears to the gentle admonitions of a voice more than a century dead that only he could hear.