Doumeki took a slight step back, his brows furrowing as the boy jumped back from him and pressed against the wall. Something was very obviously wrong - there was something entirely wrong about the sense he was getting from him too.

"What is it?" he asked, tilting his head, staring at him. Unfortunately, Doumeki wasn't the type to just keep walking. To him, the boy looked like he was in obvious distress, and this place...it was strange. Dark, and glitchy around the edges, things flitting in and out of vision. It wasn't safe here, and if this boy was sick, then he needed help.

"Do you need to be walked back to your room?" he asked, his voice low, leaning down to peer at him.