"Then you should sit down." Silly Shirou-chan. That was the obvious answer. She pushed him over to the couch and indicated stubbornly that he should sit—not that she could have made him do anything if he hadn't already agreed to.

In her head, she was already making a list of the things she would need to find—a thermometer, a washcloth, ice water, pillows, the makings of rice porridge... everything you needed for someone coming down with a flu.