With that done, Terra released his shoulder and pulled back, pressing both palms to the cold ground. Zelgadis didn't like being touched in general (or else couldn't stand it when it was her specifically), so she always felt guilty when situation forced it.

He seemed to have calmed down some, which was a relief. Less chance that he'd go tumbling down the stairwell, at least. But even cure hadn't wiped out whatever was causing his current inexplicable malady. As one of her only friends, strained though that status frequently was, she couldn't help but worry. It was heavy in her voice in her quiet "Sure," but beyond that she didn't say anything else. She wanted to know what was wrong, but... it seemed decreasingly likely that she'd get an honest answer.