Dazed, Anjing Zhen felt the swaying from the moving vehicle come to a stop, and the engine's hum faded away. He opened his eyes and yawned.
"Haah... We're here..."
The moment he finished yawning, he saw a pair of red eyes staring straight at him from barely a hand's breadth away, filled with worry and anxiety.
"...Little Kita?"
Instinctively leaning back against the seat, Anjing Zhen asked in astonishment, "What's wrong...? Why are you so close...?"
Without answering, Kitasan Black moved even closer, her worried, anxious expression unchanged. She raised a hand and pressed it against his forehead.
"How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
After asking two questions in a row, she withdrew her hand and placed it on her own forehead, muttering softly, "Her temperature doesn't seem high either," before urgently asking:
"Trainer, are you really not dizzy? Do you want some water?"
Then, without waiting for Anjing Zhen to answer, she reached over and grabbed his hand.
"Let's go have a look at the Infirmary. What if the Trainer is sick... That would be awful."
"Sick?"
Anjing Zhen froze, then instinctively said, "I... I'm not sick?"
Before Kitasan Black could speak, Symboli Rudolf's voice came from beside them.
"Even if you aren't sick, it would be good to get checked. To be honest, when we picked you up, I felt that you didn't look very well. You should still get examined."
Following the voice, Anjing Zhen saw that Symboli Rudolf wore an anxious expression as well, with a trace of self-reproach. Duramente beside her looked much the same.
Anjing Zhen immediately understood. He had gotten up too early in the morning, had not rested well, and had just finished adjusting to the time difference, so he probably looked pale.
And once he got into the