For the first time since his arrival, Yuuji finally looks tired. As the type of person to push forward seemingly without faltering, people around him had often wondered whether he really had a limit. Leave it to the afterlife to help him find it—and hit it like a brick wall. A prison break hadn't been what he'd expected (and, really, if anyone but his friend had come to rescue him he likely would've elected to stay), but to have caught some strange cold on top of it isn't helping in the least. Especially not when his coughing draws the attention of strangers like Marius.

"S-sorry!" Yuuji laughs lightly, delicately reaching to brush a few errant pink petals from the shirt wrapped around Marius's arm. His own arm is bandaged a bit better, with a torn dressing gown pilfered from the hospital behind his Door in the Shadowlands. It seemed better than wasting the scant bandages he's found. "At least they smell nice!"