"Don't worry. I just thought you didn't look too well."
People's joys and sorrows were never truly shared. Professor Lisha's expression showed that she was still at a loss over the concern.
Lita, standing nearby, had also felt the odd atmosphere, but she was no longer quite so stiff.
Under the circumstances, Professor Fu's next comment only made things even more awkward.
"...Are you sure? I feel fine."
Lisha had clearly been made to doubt herself. She unconsciously raised a hand to her neck.
She might not have cared if anyone else had said it, but the person in front of her had an astonishing rank and a track record that left a deep impression.
She did look fine.
Professor Fu didn't rush to argue. Instead, his gaze followed her hand, studying her carefully.
Fair skin, red lips, and long, narrow eyes that seemed naturally bewitching. Even her hair's luster suggested she was in robust health.
By every measure, she looked like a healthy adult. It was hard to find anything wrong with her.
"True. Maybe I'm overthinking it."
He hadn't stared for long enough to be rude. After a moment, Fu Qian looked away and nodded, conceding that she was right. After all, the demigod old woman had been talking about her mental state, not her physical health.
And problems of that kind were usually difficult to detect on one's own, which fit Professor Lisha's response.
His own near-total ignorance in that area, owing to the peculiarities of his perception, also fit what he was seeing.
It wasn't as if there had been no change at all, though. According to his radar-like vision, Professor Lisha's resistance to calamity was just a fraction stronger than it had been when he first met her yesterday.
So this was what it