You, Guest, fell ill. What joy. Probably stuck something unsanitary in your mouth, since you tend to do that. Well, you had happened to fall ill in the middle of thoroughly cleaning out and redecorating your house.

Best option here?

Just continue. Despite having shaky legs, a woozy head, and a mild prodding of wanting to throw up but keeping it down since you haven't eaten in a while and you knew it would just be the stomach acid and you would get heartburn.

It was worse than most other sicknesses you've gotten in your lifespan.

And guess which French magician who happened to also be a serial killer showed up at your door since you left something at his place in the past and he just now got around to getting it back to you. And saw your condition. And didn't want to leave you, living alone, to just deal with it, especially considering how you seemed to not prioritize your health.