[She thinks she will have come up with what to say by the time he finishes wrapping the eye along with the bloody flesh wound across her temple. But though it takes a moment, a certain finesse and creatively required to do the bandages in a way that will actually stay in place over her slippery mane once she begins to move without cutting off any circulation...
She still has nothing. Hayame straightens back up once he is done, checking his work with a nod, but...
no subject
She still has nothing. Hayame straightens back up once he is done, checking his work with a nod, but...
A long moment passes, before she finally says,]
... I was not sick.
[When he had come to call upon her in Alenroux.]