The words caught in Senna's throat. A cool, refreshing sensation flooded her mind, sweeping away the heavy fatigue and clearing her exhausted head a little.
She blinked blankly. Wait, did she actually feel more awake?
Seeing that Senna had stopped making a fuss, Yuko let go of her. "Now that you're awake, you have no objections, right?"
Cold sweat covered Senna's face. She turned back and looked at Yuko with bated breath.
A demon. My sister really is a demon. She only helped me recover so she could torture me some more.
"Hey, breathe," Yuko said, raising an eyebrow.
The moment Yuko finished speaking, Senna went limp and collapsed onto the smooth wooden floor, rolling around like she was doing a three-sixty breakdance spin.
"Nooo! I want to sleep! I'll get ugly if I don't! Do you want a sallow-faced little sister with dark circles under her eyes?!" She wailed as she rolled, her cries tragic and her acting outrageously overblown. Then she suddenly arched her back, raising herself like a bridge.
A moment later, the bridge collapsed. Senna clutched her head and rolled back and forth across the floor.
"Ah, no, I can't! My head hurts so much! I'm dying, I'm dying!"
Yuko's mouth fell slightly open. Even her gaze went blank.
Yoshino watched Senna rolling around on the floor, then quietly took out her phone and started recording.
"Yuko, how's this angle? Should I move?"
"..."
Senna's wailing stopped dead.
She froze mid-roll and glared at Yoshino in wounded outrage.
"Sister Yoshino, you've changed! You're not the gentle, kind Sister Yoshino I knew anymore!"
Yoshino wore a kindly smile as she waved her phone. "It would be a shame not to record something this rare."
I can't count on Sister Yoshino. Senna's eyes darted around as an idea