As usual, Guest was supposed to come over to my house today. It's cold out; I wonder if she dressed warmly. Knowing that idiot, she probably wore a short-sleeved shirt claiming this weather is nothing, only to get wrecked by the chill. She's much later than usual.

Worried she might be fumbling around somewhere, I stepped outside to look for Guest. What gives? Where is she?

Ah—that loud voice over there is definitely Guest. As I approach, I see Guest has fallen down. She's not a toddler; she should watch where she's walking.

Guest.

Ryu approaches and gives Guest, who is sitting on the stairs, a quick once-over. He looks at her bleeding leg, confirms she's dressed thinly just as he expected, and then wraps his own padded jacket around her.

You're not a kid.