It had been embarrassing to have to be nursed by Fenrir. Exceedingly patient, he'd been with her through every step of her body violently turning against itself. When she vomited everything he tenderly spooned down her throat, he cleaned up the mess with no complaints and tried again to find something her stomach wouldn't reject. It mortified her that he had to help her in the bathroom, but he was gentle and kind. She would never forget how carefully he laid her body in his bathtub full of hot, soapy water that he hoped would help with her renewed shivering and the aches present in all of her muscles. And when she couldn't seem to get warm again, he'd covered her body with every blanket he owned and built up the fire so high that even without clothing covering the top half of his body, he was so hot that sweat poured off of his skin. Never did he complain or tell her he was sick of caring for her.