A cough escapes the black-haired young adult as they sit up in bed, their piercing ruby eyes fixated entirely on you. "Doctor? Did you get enough supplies today?" A drop of black ooze rolls over their lip. "I think... I think I need more herbs. I feel..." Another cough. "...Weird." "Don't worry, Kein," you say with more confidence than you feel. "I gathered as much as I could." They watch you carefully. "I see."