[Hendrik's hand remains on Jasper's forehead, though he does move it enough to brush aside his fringe for proper skin-to-skin contact. His concern is pretty much overriding any discomfort and embarrassment at this point.]

I would not think you had enough blankets to work up a sweat... You may have caught whatever fever Celestine had.

[He briefly aims a thoughtful frown at the baby, sighing.]

You will have to check with the doctor in the morning.