Each time she had brought him soup he had gobbled it up greddily to, like nothing was enough to keep the hunger away, even if his body would reject it not long after. He was constantly hungry and thirsty.

Hearing her voice he shifted the blanket down some having already forgotten he asked for food. Slowly pushing himself up to sit up he thought of his mother in that moment. The way Helga often looked weak when illness took her sitting up slowly in bed while Thorfinn sat at the end babbling at her and Ylfa would have her something to eat... he hoped he was not getting whatever she got after Ylfa's birth. He took after her in so many ways already he was too proud of his strength to be sickly. As if it would change who he was. BUt old world views of illness. He snapped out of his thoughs after a second.

"Yeah..." He was sweating again but he seemed to have moments of clarity when he was sweating. Like his body was fighting it off, but the sleep brought it back each time. "Thank you Jo." He reached up to push his hair from his face. turning so he could lift the water to drink it. He was dressed in just the busted up jeans he wore on Halloween, despite the fact his closet had new bags of clothes from a recent shopping trip he didn't want to get anything else dirty.

"Are you okay Jo?" He asked looking up before taking a long drink, he was worried he would give her whatever was wrong with him.