"... Straight back and to the right," he answered softly. Albel was done fighting. He didn't have the energy for it anymore. He sniffled, sure that he needed the rest for this fever to go down -- the fever he'd made worse by trying to maintain his active lifestyle while sick. As much as he hated it, he'd have to slow down if he wanted to be useful to anyone later. If it wasn't Yuri, then Sheena would have pushed him, too.

So... it might as well be Yuri. He might as well stop thinking about it so hard.

"Here," he muttered stuffily and sniffed, gesturing as they reached his door.