"Tch. You're dodging the question." She didn't seem angry about it, though. Instead she just sighed, combing her fingers through her wet hair. It wasn't as if she could blame him. She was the same way when people asked her what was wrong. Giving the answer wasn't always easy, and at the moment, she wasn't sure if his problem was physical or emotional. It could have even been both.

Rather than interrogate him, which would most likely prove futile, Rukia got to her feet and approached Yuri directly. He looked tired, and a little pale. It could have just been the dim light, but she wasn't taking chances.

She placed the back of her cool hand against his brow, and her frown deepened. "Are you ill?"