He had a point. However, the thermometer wasn't the thing broken around here. It had to be Chili. The evidence was radiating off his skin, like an industrial heater. Rhys paused, unsure of what to tell the boy at first.

"Oh dear... This is problematic. I'd he-e-e-e-elp you with your fever, but this seems like something that goes beyond my abilities. You must be transforming if you can stay alive under those types of conditions."