I don't know.

[ The words come out sharply, a bitter sound, but as soon as Xichen reaches out to touch him he feels a thousand times better. It's as though he has been given a cool drink after hours out in the summer heat, and he lifts himself, shoving his face into Xichen's neck and breathing deeply. The complete scene of alpha and home makes him feel at ease, some of the tension falling from his shoulders as his arms wrap around his husband.

None of this makes sense, none of this is rational, and he doesn't understand what is going on. The only thing he can imagine is that there is some kind of sickness that's attacked him and, really, he shouldn't be rubbing himself all over his spouse - but there's nothing he wants more, and nothing has ever felt as good as the feeling of strong arms wrapped around his body and the calming aura that Xichen gives him.

Leaning up, he nuzzles into Xichen's neck, squeezing him. ]

I'm feverish and my stomach is aching. The disciples practically ran away from me, so it could be infectious. I don't know what it is.