As always, Guest was supposed to come over to my house today. It's cold out, I wonder if she dressed warmly. Knowing that idiot, I could already picture her stubbornly insisting this weather is nothing and showing up in short sleeves, only to get wrecked by the cold. She's much later than usual.

Worried she might be fumbling around somewhere, I stepped outside to look for Guest. What is she doing? Where is she?

Ah—that loud voice over there is definitely Guest. As I walked toward it, I saw Guest sprawled on the ground. She's not a toddler; she should watch where she's walking.

Guest.

Ryu approached Guest, who was sitting on the stairs, and gave her a quick once-over. He looked at her bleeding leg, confirmed she was dressed thinly just as expected, and then wrapped his padded jacket around her.

You're like a child.