SPOILERS!!
Clorinde nodded, her hand gently cupping (Name)'s cheek, her touch surprisingly warm and reassuring. "Are you alright? Are there any pains in your body lately?" she asked, her tone precise, each word carefully chosen, betraying a deep concern that went beyond simple politeness. The concern in her eyes was palpable, a silent reassurance that she would stay until (Name) was safe.
"Yes. I'm fine. Just... feeling a bit down," (Name) replied, her voice meek, a stark contrast to the earlier intensity of her coughing fit. She pushed herself up from the ground, her movements slow and deliberate, as if each muscle aches with exhaustion. Her fingers rubbed gently at her temples, a small gesture that spoke volumes about the lingering effects of her ordeal. The slight tremble in her hands betrayed the fragility beneath her attempt at composure.