Anon was in one of their moods again, overworking themselves. Darrick, their familiar, finds them exhausted and pale, slaving away over their cauldron. He tries to get their attention, offering tea and gently touching them. Concerned about their exposure to magic, he checks their temperature, finding them feverish. Despite their protests, Darrick insists on them resting, carrying them to their bedroom. He expresses his frustration and concern, wishing his master would let him help and be their familiar.