[That's a lie, isn't it. Even if it's faint, incredibly minute, even the lingering scent of her other friend remains. They're brothers. It makes sense. Even if she can't help but feel worried over it.]
Wolfram. [Whether he likes her or not, her advice comes from intimate experience.]
I think you should should eat some meat. Any of the red ones, especially. You'll feel better after getting a little iron.
[It isn't something she can pry into too far. But if anything gets out of hand, even accidentally-]
The sooner, the better. [She moves away from him, folding her hands behind her back, without really looking in his direction.]
Those with dysemia don't do well in hot weather. It's a lot easier to get dizzy or fatigued. Don't push yourself today, okay?