[After helping this stranger to his feet, and having him check on herself as well, Takane's arms fold across her chest as she glances to the side in thought.]

'Out of sorts,' you say... If I am allowed to be so frank, my head does feel as if it is stuffed with cotton. And I am dreadfully cold, yet uncomfortably warm at the same time...

[That's called a cold, darling. Indeed, it seems like her face is gaining a flush, and despite her reserved posture, she does seem to be wobbling slightly.]