Daia

He sees all of her reactions, and frowns worriedly. Is she sick? Did I step in on someone not feeling well? Should I go get a doctor?

But, at the same time, her saying he's not alone provides a very strong comfort for him. And for a moment, he finds himself at a brief loss for words.

"You're not either. Alone, I mean. If you're sick, I can try to take care of you."

He reaches out to set a hand on her arm.

"Are you okay?"