[ It isn't the cold Erwin is worried about, per se. Levi's been sick before in the time Erwin's known him. But he doesn't trust Luceti, and even an illness that begins as mundane as this could possibly turn out to be far more grave, the result of an experiment of some sort. He dearly hopes that isn't the case. ]
Let me see.
[ He settles on the edge of Levi's bed without invitation, reaching out to lay the back of his hand against his forehead. His lips twitch downward. ]
(unsure)
Let me see.
[ He settles on the edge of Levi's bed without invitation, reaching out to lay the back of his hand against his forehead. His lips twitch downward. ]
A fever seems likely.