Setting his satchel down and shrugging out of his double-breasted jacket, he raised his hands to the back of his head, undoing the tight rubber band holding back some of his longer hair. "Snow sent me home," he said simply, scratching the top of his mouth with his tongue as he did, grimacing as the itch persisted. Was he seriously coming down with something? He sighed, hair flopping back to the sides of his face.

"He said I have a fever or something." Rubbing the back of his neck, he grimaced, feeling some sort of fatigue. Was he imagining it?

"I'll be fine," he waved a hand in Axel's direction, meaning to take his jacket, shoes and satchel back into his room.