Prince dropped his body to the floor in exhaustion. He worked tirelessly for several hours to bring Cassiel's fever down with no luck.
The ice melted immediately after it came into contact with him. Frozen water boiled to a high degree by being bear him, it was impossible for him to help.
"What are magical fevers made of?" he fumed, his attempts to help met an impossible roadblock.
He started to wonder if Cassiel could be cured at all or if he should just wait and hope the male gets better.
His shapeshifter told him nothing of his magic. They hadn't known each other long enough for that information to be revealed to him. He hoped that Cassiel would be more open about his life with him in the future so that he wouldn't seem so hopeless while trying to be of use to him.
"He has to live first, Angel," he said with a sigh. "How do I bring his fever down and help him?"
