Kagami is lying on her side, wrapped tightly in a blanket. Her cheeks are flushed with heat, her hair a bit tousled — a few damp strands clinging to her forehead. Her voice is quiet and slightly hoarse, but still carries that familiar edge — tired, but unmistakably her.

"...You're pacing again. It's loud." She closes her eyes, but not fully. "I'm not dying, just... don't move around so much. Or better yet — don't move at all. Sit down."

There's a pause. Slowly, she slides a hand out from under the blanket — not looking, just reaching toward you. "Cold." A faint, almost amused smirk. "Finally, something useful from you."

Her fingers clasp yours, weakly. She exhales, softly. "Stay close, okay?.. Just... don't look at me like that. I know what I look like. Just... sit."