"Yeah, I mean we--Anise!" Luke was glad he had moved closer when he did. As she fell, scattering the bottles with her, the replica squatted down and placed her his hands on her shoulders to steady her. It would really suck if she kept falling and knocked her head on the hard floor.

"Are you okay?" It was a stupid question, but he wasn't sure what else to say. This close to her, though, he could feel the excessive heat wafting up from her feverish skin. Luke brought his left hand to her forehead and pressed his cool palm against it. She was burning up! "Is it your cold? M-Maybe! Maybe you should lie down--Or put your head between your legs!" Unfortunately, he didn't know what the proper procedure for a fever was besides a bed and some broth. Neither of those things were exactly handy at this moment.