Natha smiled--widely, and even...smugly. As if he was proud that he fell for me at that first meeting.
"Oh, gosh--" I buried my burning face in my palm. "I don't even remember ever saying that!"
"Well, to be fair, you were delirious and in critical condition," he shrugged.
I gasped, looking up from my palm. "Ah, yeah, I was getting scolded so much,"
"You are reckless from the beginning," he shook his head and let out a sigh, as if I was a naughty child that had caused him many heart attacks.
Wait...I think he also like this when he visited me again after that. He was one of the people who scolded me, but I remembered feeling happy because he scolded me out of worry, not because I became an inconvenience from fainting.
