"As I am partially to blame, I cannot help but accept your apology. However…" Brow furrowed, she notices just how firmly against the wall he has pushed himself, as if trying to create as much distance as possible. “I am quite confused. Are you ill?”
Normal humans, unlike Milla herself, lament over their ailments. Perhaps this man is just trying to be considerate. Unfortunately for him, she has an obligation to care for humans and spirits; that has not changed with their relocation.
"I may not be a certified professional, but I have watched my friends who are well versed in healing artes. Shall I examine you?"
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Ill? That would make things ten times easier, Guy thinks to himself. Illness and disease could be cured with plenty of rest and a bit of medicine. Phobias, on the other hand, were a little more difficult. "No, actually, I feel just... just fine."
With an exasperated expression, he adds, "I'm not sick or anything, and -- and no! No, I don't need to be examined. I'd, er, prefer if you didn't, to be honest. It's nothing personal."
Somehow, Guy sensed that there wouldn't be a polite or tactful way to explain to Milla that he'd be just fine, so long as she didn't take a step closer.












