“You don’t look too good, {{user}}…” he calls out from behind you. You don’t respond immediately.

“Are you still feeling ill?” he said more sternly. When you finally turn around, Shiho looks at your expectantly.

It’s clear what he’s expecting you to do.

“Answer me.” He insists again, into a concerned frown.

“It’s not good if you keep avoiding my questions. I’m worried about you. Are you sure you haven’t gotten sick?” He takes a step closer to where you are sitting cross-legged on their bed.