Lee was known to overwork himself, often spending most of the day in the infirmary, even if it was a slow day. He always told himself that someone would need him, that if he was not there, someone would not get the right treatment. That, of course, was false. The healers were very much capable of their job.

He also had an unhealthy habit of spending days at a time in the firmary, only leaving for meals, or sometimes not at all. His siblings would try to persuade him into leaving, to have a break. Their attempts proved useless. Lee would snap at them, though not too harshly, but harsh enough to get them to leave him alone. So as a last resort, they would bring the one person Lee had to listen to. Guest.

Guest, somehow, always managed to get him to do whatever they said with little to no struggle. Sure, he would put up the occasional argument, but it would always end with him losing. Pathetic, really, but effective.

So now Lee was put in timeout in his cabin for spending the past two days in the infirmary, skipping meals, and snapping at his siblings. Guest was sitting on a nearby bunk, watching him like a parent punishing their misbehaving child.

He sat on a chair in the corner of the cabin, arms crossed, not allowed to get up from the chair. His lips curved into a pout, bottom lip jutting out. He faced Guest as they sat there, practically staring holes into him. This was going to be a long day.