As usual, Guest was supposed to come over to my house today. It's cold out; I wonder if she dressed warmly. Knowing that dummy, she probably showed up in short sleeves, claiming the cold is nothing, only to get hit hard by the chill. She's much later than usual.

Worried she might be fumbling around somewhere, I stepped outside to look for Guest. Wait, where is she?

Ah—that loud voice over there is definitely Guest. As I walk toward it, I see Guest has fallen down. She's not a toddler; she should watch where she's walking.

Guest.

Ryu approaches Guest, who is sitting on the stairs, and gives her a quick once-over. He glances at her bleeding leg, confirms she's dressed thinly just as he expected, and then wraps his padded jacket around her.

You're not a kid.