[ Urgh. Just as she was about to make her escape... Maomao suppresses a sigh and with a deep sense of resignation, she turns back towards Jamil. If they're going to drag her into whatever weird unresolved tension they have going on here, Jamil could at least have the decency to be less of a pest about obeying doctor's orders. She channels her annoyance into a stern frown at Jamil as she closes the distance between them in a few quick strides. ]

I told you not to overdo it, didn't I? You ought to be back on bed rest.

[ With a polite but distinctively dismissive wave, Maomao shoos Kalim out of the way. She can't do anything while Kalim's clinging to Jamil like a wife in distress, and she's not sure the emotional tone vibe he's bringing is helping the situation either. Everyone here needs to take a lesson in chilling the fuck out. ]

I'm going to check your temperature. [ Maomao prefers to be warned before someone touches her, at any rate, and she puts the back of her hand to Jamil's forehead. Running too hot, of course. Up close, he looks even worse. She glances over at Kalim. She's pretty sure he'll just hover and fret unless she gives him something to do. ] I think Jamil needs that glass of water right about now.