[ For someone so chatty, Zaveid seems pretty comfortable with working in silence. Maybe it's because he's still focused on Sakura's breathing, a thick breese flowing from him to her.

Or maybe he thought it would help Rin.

... it's not helping Rin. ]

I'm not mad. You can stop looking at me like you chewed on my shoes. [ Zaveid carries a chair over then finds himself another to plonk into.]

You said her organs were in rough shape, but we're focusing on the fever. So, you aren't worried about that. Means you've got a handle on it, since the fevers more of the problem.