sorry times infinity

Kuroki still wasn't sick and he intended to keep it that way. He felt safer roaming about, moving from place to place before any lingering effects could grab a hold of him and take root. He'd seen how it progressed, how wolves seemed to go from bad to worse in a matter of days. The less time he spent with sickos the better, or at least that's what he told himself as he came over to the Grande to take a hesitant drink. After raising his head that's when he spotted Fable right down the river looking miserable as they came. And sick too.

Unsurprisingly-what a weird thing to say, given the context- she seemed to have caught the mushroom strain. Growing all sorts of icky fungi like she was a dead log left out to rot. He made his way over slowly, but maintained a nice and safe distance. It had worked for him when it came to that Northern girl, so he saw no reason to avoid Fable at the very least. Besides, it looked like she needed some company. Even if from afar.

"Hate to say I told you so." No he didn't.