"Good, good." The redhead giggled out. "You look rather frail, I’d hate to hear that you aren’t taking care of yourself. I wouldn’t want to go all big sister on you, as weird as that sounds." What was she even saying? A small blush appeared on her cheeks in embarrassment. "N–Not that I see you as a little brother or anything! I just—I care, okay?"
Well, he looked frail because he was frail, incredibly so, but Attai didn’t feel the need to mention that small fact. No use in worrying her about it, he supposed. “Ah–” What did she just say? “You… what?” Did she say that she cared? As in, about him, of all people? “But, why?” he asked, confused by the sentiment. They hardly knew each other, after all, and if she knew him any better, then she wouldn’t have been saying that at all.