"I have no idea what you just said," Micah said as he managed to sit up. He propped himself up against the pillows and let Wyatt feel his forehead. He was a bit warm, and he definitely had a bit of a tempeture. He reached out for the bowl of soup and held onto it, though he made no move to eat any just yet. "Thank you," he said softly. "You're sweet."
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