On any other day Akane would have asked her what she was reading but really right now, that was the least of her concern.

Once her own sofa loaded, a plush grey one-seater suddenly flickering behind her that she easily sat back on, she brought one leg to her chest while the other hung off like a certain grieving father just a few days prior.

"I am okay," she says in a way that didn't sound okay at all. "I mean...I am better than I was back then." No she wasn't and the way she tried to keep her expression as still as possible even with that reassurance was proof enough.

"You?"