Parsee wasn't supposed to be out this much, but she was, so there. She was recovering from a very nasty bout with the Overgrowth syndrome, so she looked like hell. There were rough patches of skin visible at the edges of her fabric, and she winced when she made the wrong motion. A couple sprigs of dead, wilted rose bushes still poked through at the collarbone and from inside of her weird tied-off arm sleeves.

But she wasn't pale like she'd been. She barely coughed. She just hurt like hell, which she supposed was her just desserts for worrying Rinoa quite this much. Seeing the Exarch, she made her way over and settled down, raising an eyebrow. Her voice was a ragged croak. "And who're you in love with, or are you hiding some other feelings?" Because she had the tact of a bulldozer.