Ah, you poor thing. This old geezer strives to do better by your woes. We'll see you to a bed proper.

[He kneels down and doesn't ask further, just wraps his arms around Fuuta and... handily hoists the smaller man up into Sherwood's arms. Definitely abnormally strong for a man his age! Magic is a handy thing, like that. His hold is firm and stern to move Fuuta across the office to a private space, setting him down gently to a clean bed. Sherwood also doesn't straight up, looming over the young man after he's set down, speaking authoritatively,]

Now, I'm not supposed to allow anybody to linger in here, but I'll make an exception. Provided, of course, you have someone well on the way to cure you.

[Sherwood's wrist again swivels and touches to Fuuta's forhead to test his temperature, he's extra flush at this point, isn't he?]

You may need more immediate assistance, at this rate.