[ She takes in a sharp breath, like she can feel that heat in every way that's real, though she doesn't look over her shoulder. From the place where she stands she must look like a frizzy Ninetails. It's not so bad it's everywhere, but her hair's taken as much a hit as the rest of her has right now. No doubt attempting to keep to herself has only made her that much worse off, but she... tries to keep it up. Despite being called out. ]

...there's nothing that can be done. [ Weak and defeated, like each word is a sigh. ] It's better if you leave me be until this passes.

[ She tries not to think if. But. Then what?

Despite what she says she slowly turns and scoots toward the end of the bed and looks at him, avoidant at first then searching for his eyes to hold his gaze. ]

I'm... not sure what to do. I'm at a loss, Nanu.