Oh dear... [ She frowns. This could be serious. She hooks an arm under the younger girl's shoulders, guiding her over to whatever is closest to sit on -- a bunk, a chair, the couch. ] I think the first thing we need to do is check for a fever. You don't look so good. When is the last time you ate? [ Worried worried worried. She's not a doctor, but all soldiers have enough training to deal with simple symptoms. ]
[ Here, have a thermometer stuck under your tongue, Yui. ]