Anne's cheeks flushed, heat rising to her face as her thoughts flashed to the time she and Augustine had spent in the hot spring. "No, I think… I'm just not used to the climate yet," she said softly, trying to compose herself.
"Hmm." Ronan gave a knowing chuckle as he took her wrist and checked her pulse. Then he reached for his thermometer and took her temperature before placing the stethoscope against her chest.
"Deep breath," he instructed.
Anne inhaled slowly, then let the breath out.
"Good," Ronan turned to Augustine. "Nothing serious. Likely just fatigue and mild heat stress. I'll prescribe some medication—nothing heavy."
He scribbled a few names onto his prescription pad, tore off the page, and handed it to Augustine.
"Let her take these for five days," he said. "She'll be fine. Call me if anything changes."
"Thank you, Ronan," Augustine replied sincerely. "I'll walk you out."
