Snips and Skyguy.

Sick.

"Ahsoka are you even listening to me?" Anakin poked his Padawan's forehead, his brow furrowed.

Ahsoka licked her chapped lips, running her hands down her lekku; the blue stripes tinged red, giving off a feverish heat.

"Sorry.. Master. Please, continue," she said, wincing after every word.

Anakin frowned, all intentions of continuing his lecture about missing her meditation sessions were lost as he got a good look at her. 

"You feeling okay, Snips? You're not lookin' too hot," he said, kneeling in front of her, placing a gloved hand under her lek, and behind her neck. She brought a small, clenched fist to her mouth, letting out a few rattling coughs, her entire body quaking.

"Fine, Master.. It's not important," she coughed again, her voice was hoarse and her throat was raw. She placed a hand on her neck, willing the inflammation to go away. Anakin frowned, shaking his head at his friend. 

"That's kark 'nd you know it," he said, earning another fit of coughs in response. 

"Master please, it's just a little cold," she whined, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. Gross.

"More like the flu, I'd guess. C'mon, Snips, I'm taking you to see Coric," Anakin said, slipping an arm behind her back, and the other under her legs, bringing her close to his chest. 

The Padawan's protests went unnoticed as he cradled her gently, carrying her to the infirmary while she squirmed and whined. 

He set her down outside of the medbay's doors, giving her a little nudge inside. She huffed, and crossed her arms, turning to face her Master.

"Thank you," she spat half-heartedly, her expression softening a little before she dissolved into another fit of hacking and wheezing. 

"You're welcome, Snips," Anakin chuckled, rubbing her back comfortingly.