20. My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

“You have to rest.” Tevruden stared at the wobbling figure that was his friend, watching him sway back and forth in the heat of his fever, “Varaelian.”

“I have work to do!” His serpent-slit eyes had a hard time focusing, grabbing at the chair beside him but missing, “I’ll be fine!”

“I didn’t know dragons get sick.” Tevruden moved closer and grabbed at the back of his robes, “Come. To bed.”