[ It's just different enough that their skin won't crawl off their body for daring to sit and rest in such a place. That's good enough for now.

While Wakaba melts and tries to absorb the cool stone into her skin, Lion just... perches on one of the benches, awkwardly, like that one friend who's been invited over to your house after school but doesn't want to cause trouble by existing in the wrong place. Reflexively, they start adjusting and fiddling with their ring - and thank god, whichever one cares to intervene in these small prayers, that Beato thought to stash everything away before she left, because they don't know what they'd do otherwise.

Breathe. One step at a time. Her explanation is taken at face value, as the overburdened tote bag is relieved of it's service and gently plonked next to her head. ]

I'm glad you and your Principal are planning ahead. This sort of storm will only get worse from here.

[ But it's a clear day-- oh.

Morbid sighs aside, they start unpacking the bag. The boxes are grubby and battered, but clearly medication. ]

Not what you're expecting, so please don't get your hopes up. [ She's given another Look. ] I'm not the type to break into a hospital on a whim. But thankfully, not all of what we collected in preparation for my inevitable transformation went missing in my absence.

[ Meaning it's questionable boxes of The Good Shit, hoarded by a madwoman in expectation of some truly gruesome body horror. Knock yourself out, Nogi. ]

Please take whatever you think will help. I'll keep the rest, though hopefully I won't need it quite yet.