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Next morning, Obi-Wan woke up with his neck and back sore from keeping the uncomfortable sitting position throughout the night. He moved slowly and carefully, trying not to disturb the body cuddled next to him too much.
Anakin whined, still asleep. Obi-Wan regarded him with fond eyes, finally managing to crouch on the floor of the balcony. The wooden railing was wet with the night dew and Obi-Wan allowed himself a sigh of relief. He had been afraid it would snow the night before, making them risk dying from the cold but luckily that hadn’t happened.
He proceeded to pick up Anakin and carry him inside, softly setting him on the bed, the blankets still wrapped around his body. Then, Obi-Wan closed the window doors and left their room, going downstairs and talking with the innkeeper.
He secured both himself and Anakin a warm breakfast and went back upstairs to wake the prince up.
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“Anakin, darling?” He whispered, sitting next to the young man, one hand tangling in his golden curls, scrapping at his scalp. Anakin shifted, a blue eye opening to watch Obi-Wan before closing again.
“I’m still tired.” He complained. Obi-Wan chuckled, allowing his hand to glide from Anakin’s curls to his cheek, Anakin pressed closer and then frowned. "Are you cold or is it me?" He asked, trying to pull away from Obi-Wan’s hand.
Dread pooled in Obi-Wan’s gut. He grabbed Anakin’s other cheek despite Anakin’s light struggle and leaned in, pressing his lips against Anakin’s forehead. It was warm and slightly damp.
“I think you may have a fever.” Concern filled his tone. He shouldn’t have left Anakin sleep outside the night before. What kind of knight was he? “We should put some food into you and ask for some medicine.”
Anakin huffed and turned away from Obi-Wan, pulling the blankets tighter around him. Obi-Wan sighed but left the room again.
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He eventually returned with a tray with two steaming cups of tea, some bread and a bit of medicine. Anakin had started shivering and Obi-Wan only grew more worried by the minute.
He set the tray down on one of the bedside tables and sat down on the bed again.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin had turned around, his skin flushed and eyes watery. “I don’t feel too well.”
“Don’t worry, my prince, I brought you something to eat and to ease your pain. And we’ll stay here until you feel better.” He explained, while pulling the sheets away from Anakin’s body, wincing when it made the man’s shivers become more pronounced. “I need to remake the bed so you can be more comfortable, dear one, do you feel like getting up for a couple of minutes?”
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Soon, they found themselves pressed together under the covers. Obi-Wan had managed to get Anakin to drink the whole cup of tea with the medicine and even to eat some bread. After that, they both had buried themselves under the blankets.
Anakin was still too warm but Obi-Wan knew it was only until the medicine began to act. Still, he caressed Anakin’s back and hummed one popular lullaby until he felt Anakin’s body relax in his arms.
He decided to take a small nap as well. He would worry about their uncertain future later. For now, getting Anakin healthy again was his first priority. And his next challenge, getting the prince to eat lunch later.