[Ferran winces at the noise, but clenches his jaw for a moment and smooths his expression out quickly enough. It's not real. It's just meant to screw with them.

Her reply isn't a yes, so he doesn't go ahead with the bandaging just yet, instead holding onto Sayori's hand with a firm grip of his own if just to show that he's not going anywhere. He gives her a gentle smile. He can make his own distractions, this twisted illusion be damned.]

It's okay. I can talk about something—do you want to hear about the time I went to Sicily? It's a beautiful island halfway across the world from me.