sorry times infinity

Kuroki quirked a pale brow. Since when was she a martyr, so eager to take it laying down and accept her piece, like there was nothing to be done about it? Still keeping his distance, he moved a little closer but was markedly weirded out by the spores puffing past her lips. If she didn't wanna get up, he wasn't gonna make her. Propriety be damned, she was sick and needed rest.

"How come?" He asked, unconvinced of the need for secrecy. "You ain't the only person who's sick, nothing to be ashamed of." And then he paused, wondering if being constructive would help her out. She did like to put things together, cook and concoct.  "You tried making a home remedy or something? That would be a great claim to fame, I cured the plague."