"Mr. Smith," Aldana Candi greeted him as he entered. "I heard from Rose that you were sick. Why didn't you tell us you've been in the hospital for so long?"
"It's just a minor issue," Trenton Smith replied with a smile, his tone calm.
"You've been working too hard. I had Eric buy some medicine. I'll brew it when I get back, and I'll have the cook send it over tomorrow. It's good for your health; you should drink it often." People of their status had many such remedies for taking care of themselves. After all, when you're on a mission outside, anything can happen, and at times like these, you can only rely on yourself to save your life.
Trenton Smith didn't refuse, just thanked him.
Fruity climbed onto Trenton Smith's bed, hugged his arm, and looked at him curiously, "Daddy, does your tummy hurt?"