Morrigan & Calvin | Saturday Morning
Calvin smoothed her gown gently up her leg and then spread a thin layer of oil over his hands. He had done his best to avoid directly touching skin as much as he could, partially to keep up the ruse that this really was a communicable illness -- he believed Krishna's theory implicitly -- but mostly as a safeguard for his own wellbeing. But he would make an exception for Morrigan. Strained as their relationship had been the past couple of weeks, it seemed important to do this for her now.
He sat at the edge of the bed and shook his head. "Not that I've seen. I suppose Krishna would know better than I." Dr. Rosier would too, theoretically, but he assumed that she'd been in closer contact with Krishna. "But I don't think it'll last, Morrie." His brow furrowed a little as his hands began to work over her leg. "You know how Cloves overreact to these things. You'll be all right."
He tilted his head slightly at her second question, which struck him as rather odd. Did she believe that Caden was sick, too? "Not lately. I've mostly been here or at the Temple," he said. "Why?"