[Please note: We're still on Hora's POV after she took Verrill's hand and headed towards the library]
I let go of Verrill's hand the moment I stood up. I didn't want to raise any unnecessary attention.
"Let's go!" I said, smiling at him.
But Verrill looked horrified for some reason. Was he mysophobic, too? Did touching my hand disgusted him? I furrowed my brows and stared at him.
"What's wrong? Why do you look like you saw a ghost?"
"Hora!" he called my name with all seriousness and worry in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
"Huh? What do you mean? I am alright." I shrugged. What's wrong with him all of a sudden?
"You're burning up!" he exclaimed, almost angry.
Then, he walked near me and touched my forehead with the back of his hand. My body instinctively jolted in surprise.
"I-I'm burning up?"
