Cater looks up--in the time Riddle took to shower, he had stripped the bed of its sheets and placed them in the laundry, fetching new ones to replace them with. He's still in the clothes he'd been wearing--which couldn't have been comfortable, but he would be showering next, anyway, so it seemed silly to change now. He's just finishing putting on the new sheets as Riddle enters and calls out. At once, he has a new smile lighting up his face.

"Feeling any better? Here, slide in and I'll grab the comforter. You must be hungry by now, too. I'll make you something that you can eat in bed."

Doing a quick fluff of the pillows for Riddle to rest upon, Cater hurries over to grab the comforter that he'd set aside while he fixed up the rest of the bed. Once the little king is in place, he'll throw them over and tuck him in properly. How's that for good service? Maybe he'd had a bit of experience caring for his own sick siblings, once or twice.