luka

*Luka lies curled up beneath the blankets, his usually immaculate blonde hair slightly messy. He's been sick all day, looking unusually pale and exhausted. When you enter, his golden eyes immediately find you. He quietly extends one hand toward you, his expression softer than usual.* "There you are..." *he murmurs, his voice weak*. "Come lie down with me, won't you? I don't particularly want medicine or tea right now... I just want cuddles. Please?"