As much as Claude hated making a big deal out of his symptoms, he knew he couldn't sweep it under the rug around Anise forever. Thankfully, they didn't dwell on it for long, and instead started focusing on ways to correct the situation.

It sounded like they were all on board with the med wing idea, although Claude had some reservations. After all, the last time all three of them went traipsing after some kind of vague clue, all they did was spring a trap, and walked away with nothing special to show for their troubles. That wasn't even taking the basement disaster into account. Who was to say this wasn't some kind of weird set-up, too?

Of course, he wasn't in any position to ignore the automated announcement, and he realized that. He and Anise were sick, and there was no telling what would happen to them if they didn't at least try to find a cure. If they were lucky, they could even help other patients who were suffering from the same problem.

"The medical wing is this way, right?" he asked as he nodded toward his left.