Oriya glanced up at the greeting, pushing back his physical discomfort long enough to nod in return. "I am Mibu Oriya, it is a pleasure to meet you."

The nurse seemed to have been timing it, for right as he finished speaking the woman approached carrying a tray with a sickly sweet aroma. The swordsman paled somewhat, his stomach roiling. This was truly the last thing he needed, he was going to be ill--yet he refused to let go of the last shred of dignity that remained. He was not going to allow himself to appear weak, even if it wasn't all entirely possible.