"Hotaru."
Hotaru let go of the railing and looked behind her.
The blonde had poked her head out the purple-painted door, "Seriously, are you okay?"
Her crimson ears pricked, "I'm fine. Go, work on figuring out the case," she turned away and flapped her hand.
Jotou's brows knitted… 'Yeah, I'm sure you're absolutely fine…' Doubt arrived at her face in a pout. "Alright," she uttered with a sigh, "Enjoy your tea," she shut the room door.
The redhead's wolf-like ears waited… till she knew Jotou was nowhere near the door. She let out a noisy sigh and held her forehead; her palm lowered till her fingers rubbed her eyes.
…Her breath was going out of whack again. Were the walls spinning or was it just her…? "Ngrh…" she gave her head a sharp shake. With an arm on the railing, she walked to the edge of the stairs—lightheaded.
"Ho-ta-ru~ Hm? What's wrong?"
