You're welcome. he writes, and sends.

And then, soon, he comes home, and goes straight into Rould's room. Time to take care of a sick flatmate, apparently.

It's been a while since he's done something like that, and never with him, so he's not yet sure what to expect. Well, he'll soon see, he thinks.

Now that Isa thinks about it, he's also not sure where thermometer even is. Or if he has one in this place.

He knocks at Rould's door.