Kusuriyuri was on his way back to his room. He had much to think on and steps to take on plants that were being prepared for medicinal use. And, while he was accustom to the odd styles of dress from the students, he could only recall one other person covered in that particular substance, and he had been rather disoriented and wishing to clean himself.

"Are you well?" he asked softly. Though he was not carrying his case, he knew his geta made enough noise that she should have been aware of his approach.