"Before I asked this question, you might have been affected, or you might not have been. But once I pointed it out, you definitely would be. Since you've already made up your mind, I'd rather keep silent and hope for the latter."
She conveyed her own interpretation to Oute in a roundabout way.
"Phew!"
She took the spoon from the bowl again, tested it with her cat tongue, and made an adorable expression.
A feline's tongue was less tolerant of heat than an ordinary person's.
The lynx blew on it, repeatedly checked the temperature, then handed it to Oute.
Oute had been awake for quite a while now, but this finally cleared his head completely.
He curled his tongue around the spoonful of broth and saliva, then took the bowl from Kal'tsit.
Leaving something like eating in someone else's hands made Oute... feel insecure.
The instant he fully woke up, his unreliable brain immediately associated it with all sorts of terrible things.
"Hmph!" Kal'tsit shot Oute a disdainful glance. "Filthy."
"If you can guess what I was thinking, doesn't that mean—oof!" The rest of his sentence became a muffled noise.
The lynx snatched away the spoon and took the opportunity to lightly press down on Oute's tongue.
After fooling around for a bit, Kal'tsit returned the spoon and stood upright.
She glanced at Specter and frowned. "Her sleep duration far exceeds that of an ordinary person. Her body is still resisting the Originium."
Oute tested the broth and found its temperature tolerable now, so he boldly began drinking it directly.
Hearing Kal'tsit say that, he replied, "Even if she herself isn't prone to Originium Infection, a foreign substance in her body will naturally trigger an immune response."
"Although Originium generally won't replicate using unauthorized materials, the burden that liquid Originium