[Anything that can do this to Lucifer is no doubt something to truly be feared. Jekyll is more determined to help her than to allow himself to wonder after it, or to think too hard on the subject and give himself over to fear. But deep inside, Hyde is terrified, showing in Jekyll as a pit in his stomach, twisting, sinking. A rising sense of anxiety pulling at his heart. It hits him like a wave, and he shudders for it. If it can instill such a reaction in his Master, then Hyde fears for his own life. A rare thing indeed, these days.

He holds the girl tight, whispering calm reassurances as he climbs the stairs to take her to a bedroom and lay her down on top of a bed. There he sits on the edge, placing a hand on her forehead to check for fever or sweat, free hand taking up one of hers to squeeze. With one last squeeze with both hands around hers, he dashes off for a bowl of water and a cloth. Berserker doesn't know if that even can help someone like Lucifer, but it's worth a try. Maybe it's more for his own peace of mind than anything. He's back in an instant, and folds the cool cloth to drape over her forehead.]

It's alright, breathe deeply and don't worry about saying anything, Master. You mustn't give yourself any more stress.