[She hadn't noticed Zaveid in the room. Sloppy, Sakura, your fever isn't enough justification to miss such an obvious detail. The moment he speaks and stands is when Sakura's entire body snaps taut, voice giving a sharp, startled hitch that scratches at her already sore throat. Automatically, she takes his presence as a threat and leans as far away as bodily possible.
It very much places her near the center of bed, and as if somehow sensing that this was his intent, there's a subtle but audible layer of ice to her nervous stuttering]
Z-zaveid-san? ... Why are you here?
[She looks at him, then to the sides, stare jerked to every corner of the room like an anxious rabbit ready to leap for escape or exhaust itself trying. It's why it doesn't occur to her that the question she asks is a valid one. Sensible questions would require sensible thought, but right now her mind is caught in an ebb and flow that syncs with her racing heart, body language more honest than it's ever been. She would like him gone, thank you.]
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It very much places her near the center of bed, and as if somehow sensing that this was his intent, there's a subtle but audible layer of ice to her nervous stuttering]
Z-zaveid-san? ... Why are you here?
[She looks at him, then to the sides, stare jerked to every corner of the room like an anxious rabbit ready to leap for escape or exhaust itself trying. It's why it doesn't occur to her that the question she asks is a valid one. Sensible questions would require sensible thought, but right now her mind is caught in an ebb and flow that syncs with her racing heart, body language more honest than it's ever been. She would like him gone, thank you.]