Inspired by stay awhile with me by taizi.
Moomin takes one look at Snufkin-- in his usual seat on the railing of the bridge Papa made, clutching a fishing rod without a line, face half-buried in his scarf as if that might hide how cherry-red his fever flush is-- and blurts out, “You’re sick!”
“I’m not,” comes the immediate reply. But it comes in such a hoarse, croaky voice that Moomin is taken aback by the blatant untruth.
