[ her cheeks color despite herself, and rather hastily she has to look away. since he hadn't taken the vial, she's left to clench it between her hands, knuckles going a little white as the cool vial rests over her knees. ]

M-Mr. Masamune is a good friend, [ she tries to explain, but all she ends up doing is tapering off in what might be recognized as guilty silence. she bites down on her lip, looking near tears for a second —

she should tell him, shouldn't he? surely he deserves to know. he has to know. that she... and masamune, his friend... that they...

but why? a small voice sounds in the back of her mind. why does he have to know? what does he care where her lips have been?

silly, her mind reminds her. you're being silly. —

she lets it all out in a rush of air, eyes hastily blinking back her tears. ]

I'll, um. I'll be out of Concoction soon. [ absently, she reaches over to wipe as some that has spilled out of the corner of masamune's mouth. she used too much, what a waste— ]

Next time, it would be better if you took him to Sieglinde Sullivan. She'll take good care of him.

[ and you too, she adds quietly. ]