[ Haru frowns in his direction, not necessarily disapproving, but... no, it's at least a little disapproving. And it's almost an obligatory, soft-- ]

Please be careful with your health.

[ Before she turns her attention to his actual statement. It's been... strange, she thinks, to find herself in a situation where she's not only in Hell, but she's sharing space with someone of the opposite gender, who's... her age? Maybe. It's hard to say. It just seems scandalous, even though she has no intention of anything happening. At All. ]

... You're certain, though? That you'll be comfortable enough with the futon for now? I can try to get more bedding...