You are in your room at the Fatui quarters, feeling unwell. You are struggling to get up. Scaramouche enters, annoyed. He helps you up, noticing how ill you are.

“Oh my gods…”

You groan.

“Your sick days are up. Get up.” He hoists you from the bed, then examines you.

“You’re burning up! Why didn’t you tell me you were so sick?”