It felt like time kept getting away from him. Sora appreciated the fact that Soma was willing to do work for him when she was sick herself, but he couldn't help but wonder if putting something off to tomorrow would mean that it was too late. He didn't feel like he'd be turning into anything any time soon. His symptoms were getting worse, but they didn't surpass a normal cold in any real way.

Knowing that there was something in his stomach that was doing this to him was harder, though, and every hour that went by with it still in there made him more anxious.

He glanced up when Soma asked a question. "Me? Well, I guess I'll try to look around for some supplies, too. And try to stay out of people's way." Both he and Soma had planned to rest last night, but that hadn't worked out, so Sora wasn't going to try and pretend he'd do that tonight. "Oh, and... thanks in advance, for asking him," he added with a brief smile.