Texas has a cold.

It shouldn't be surprising to her; everyone gets ill sometimes, and Lupo are certainly no exceptions. It's just.... it's Texas. Texas, who is always so brave and so stoic and so... healthy? Sora struggles to reconcile the Lupo log in front of her with the woman she admires so. She just looks so... dead.

"Uh... I brought you some soup..."

Normally, Exusiai would handle this sort of thing; she knows Texas the best of all of them, barring maybe Emperor -- though Sora can't exactly imagine Emperor waiting hand and knee on anyone, no matter how sick they were. The problem is, they've got work to do, and work doesn't wait for the sickly. Turning down clients in the present means losing clients in the future and all.

...to put it bluntly, Sora knows her place in the pecking order, so she volunteered. Not that she minds spending some alone time with Texas; it's just -- well, Texas is so out of it she doubts she'd remember anyway.

"Thank you." Texas rolls over, red-rubbed eyes blearly from sleep and tangled hair spilling onto her pillow. She rotates until she can sit, and then -- slowly, gingerly -- lifts herself up until she's leaning against the wall.

Sora thought it might be easier to sip at soup from a mug -- she's seen Mostima do it enough for the sheer convenience that she thought it might be applicable. Texas seems to have no trouble with it, so that's -- good. That's good. She's staring. Sora is staring at her.

She looks downwards, casts her eyes anywhere but the sick woman slowly sipping soup in front of her. It just feels weird to look at her like this. Like she's seeing something she's not meant to see.

Then she blinks again, and the mug on the bedside table, and Texas has closed her eyes again -- breathing slowed to a gentle, slow rhythm. Just like that. She looks -- a little pained, truthfully.

Without thinking, Sora begins to hum -- a soft tune, something barely audible, but just enough. Her body warms to the Arts she's using. She has no idea if it'll work -- healing wounds and illnesses are two very different things -- but maybe it'll bring her some comfort. Maybe.

Texas's expression stays the same, but somehow, she's back to work the next morning.