[Conan's a little alarmed at what seems like a sudden change in plans, but relaxes as it doesn't seem that Loewe's hurt himself.]

Oi ... no sudden moves or you'll be sick again. Dizzy?

[It doesn't seem like it's anything but a reaction to the weather, but Conan decides to check for a fever anyway. Lucky he has small hands -- he can try to place his on Loewe's forehead without having to remove Loewe's.]