Was she cold or not?
Yukinoshita Haruno couldn't answer that. Normally, patients with colds and fevers would probably feel alternating chills and heat, but why did she feel so warm? Could it be that she was the legendary masochistic type? But it wasn't as if she'd never had a cold or fever before. She still felt awful when she was supposed to!
How could it be like this now? Though she felt weak all over, even that weakness was like soaking in a hot spring after a busy day. Rather than weakness, it felt more like a lazy, relaxing sensation. She didn't want to move, and even her occasional coughs felt like massages. This...
Could it be because Yukino was sick too? Because she and her little sister were sharing the same illness and weathering hardship together, she was so delighted inside that she'd developed some strange illusion? There was no way that could be true! Though... perhaps it wasn't entirely impossible.
Wait, what was she even thinking about at a time like this? Fine, she didn't feel cold and even felt comfortable, but what about Yukino? Yukino was so physically weak to begin with, and now she was sick too. Thinking this, Yukinoshita Haruno turned to look at the younger girl. "Sick Yukino must be suffering, weak, and miserable. At a time like this, her big sister..."
Yukino Yukinoshita: Zzz...
The younger girl had her eyes tightly shut, her brow relaxed. Every so often, she even smacked her lips. She looked as though...
Yukinoshita Haruno: "..."
She seemed to be sleeping soundly! Why was she sleeping so peacefully? No wonder Yukino hadn't said anything for so long. Wasn't this far too lacking in vigilance? Even if she was sick—wait, if she was sick, then at least show some discomfort!