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"Come in," her voice is hoarse and worn, and most definitely not as a result of any strenuous speaking. Kokomi's hand settles upon her throat just as the aroma of her uncle's cooking fills her room.
"It's real hot. Careful," says Cyno, while dragging Kokomi's bedside desk to her lap. "Neuvillette says it's egg drop soup, but it looks... watery."
If it wasn't a pain to laugh, she'd do so. "That's okay," she says between coughs. "It's nice of him to do that."
Cyno tilts his head. "How did you get sick?"
Her head falls simply into one hand, almost as if she was gearing up for a long-winded story. Instead, "Too many sleepless nights. I guess the week's been taking a toll on me."
Although he holds nothing but sympathy for her, Cyno can't stifle the frown that etches its way on his lips. "You should take more breaks. This isn't good for you."
"You sound like Neuvillette," Kokomi dismisses. "I'll be fine. Promise."
Cyno shakes his head, "You think you will now, but this isn't sustainable." Cyno's eyes are narrow and serious. Kokomi could tell she wasn't getting out of this one.
"I know, Cyno. But there's not much I can do." she sighs, or tries to before breaking out into a coughing fit. Cyno places the soup on her bedside table before reaching out to steady her.
"Just do what you can. Please." he says.
"I will," Kokomi finally conceeds.