What--[To Cilan's credit, he doesn't startle too badly at the sudden arms around him (the spicy fragrance of herbs had been enough of a tip off that she might have been home) and upon looking down, he can see Iris wilting dramatically on the floor.]
Ah...welcome back, Iris. [If this was an anime, Cilan would probably have a sweatdrop clinging to his forehead.] I take it that the cold had a bitter taste to it?
[...Well that's one way to phrase your friend acting like she's on the verge of death, Cilan.]
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Ah...welcome back, Iris. [If this was an anime, Cilan would probably have a sweatdrop clinging to his forehead.] I take it that the cold had a bitter taste to it?
[...Well that's one way to phrase your friend acting like she's on the verge of death, Cilan.]