[There is something… off. Hayame cannot put her finger on it exactly, not yet, and at first… she mistakes it for something else. The only times she had seen Liem slumped from his usual perfect posture… was after Manon, his Discord-heavy stint in Zenith… (Had he been… practicing how to pronounce her name? It sounded perfect. She’s never corrected him, but perhaps-)]

… Perhaps someone else can attend to that task.

[Concerned, knowing perhaps (slightly?) better than most how much this man was capable of hiding and concealing about his own condition… Hayame looks around cautiously, making sure they are alone. And since they are… she risks coming closer. There is a bit of hesitation, as if she finds the movement potentially embarrassing, perhaps an overstep… but her hand reaches out to clap onto his shoulder. Something meant to be bracing, reassuring…]

If you are tired, you should rest. The days are only growing stranger.

[Even she was… drained. Haunted by her rage over losing Objects to Zenith, the disturbing snap of bone that would have spelled a pathetic death for her had she not submitted to magical healing, and even then…

Concern is not an easy or comfortable look on her face. But for Liem…]