[Robert watches Helios cradle the mug with a practised eye. He's definitely shakier than he should be.]

... I would... be m-more than glad.

But... please, you deserve rest... [His eyes are full of concern, as he stoops nearer the headmaster. One hand tentatively extends, almost touching the nearly-warm cheek before he arrests the motion.]

... It is clear you... have an extensive fever. Nala might... be able to assist in... bringing it down...