Fran, completely unaware, called out cheerfully from the washing area.
"Sister! Are you coming or not? The water's sooo warm! Nyaa~!"
Meanwhile, Dila remained squatting near the door like a criminal caught mid-crime, both hands clamped over her burning-red face, trembling.
"N-No… No, I'm not…" she muttered weakly, shaking her head. "I… I've seen enough…"
Her nose betrayed her as a thin stream of blood has still trickled down.
"I saw too much…" she whispered in defeat.
Fran tilted her head, confused, ears flicking. "Sister? Are you sick?"
"I'm dying…" Dila whispered hopelessly, still squatting, still covering her eyes, still blushing like a furnace.
Fran just hummed. "Okay then! I'll splash extra water for you when you're ready~!"
Dila whimpered softly. "Please… don't…"
Fran tilted her head playfully. "Hmmm?" ears twitching, and giggled as she inched closer, her bare feet padding softly on the warm stone floor.
