He crouched again, coming back down to her level. "The prefect's dormitory isn't meant to be accessed by students except by special invitation." He recalled what had led to Nanami's invitation and the negotiations that had followed. He thought through what he knew of Nanami's routine. If she was feeling especially sickly, she wouldn't even leave her bed. Yuri and the others would be easy enough to manage.

As he considered, he reached his hand out toward where she clutched her chest. "Let me see where the blood is coming from." He didn't really consider that a thing like feminine modesty would apply to someone like a personified country. His fingers lightly brushed on the back of her hand. The same hand that had just held a gun against her.