She hadn't heard all of what Nahoya or Kitato had said to, nor had she caught the passage of her care from one brother to the other. Her fever was bullying and insistent, drying her lips as it wet her brow. In and out of strange, half-present dreams, Rei only knew the night had passed because the room was lighter as it pressed on her eyelids. For all the interest she'd taken in the younger Aikida brother, she was quietly glad to have her dependable Naho with her now.<br/><br/>His hand was remarkably cool on her forehead, which made her wince without opening her eyes, but kept her awake long enough to hear him go for the closet. When he came back to her, encouraging her upright, she frowned. "Naho," she started, and then blinked, peering at Kitato blearily. There was a question there, but she did not speak it. Did Kit know how much he looked like another shade of a different man? When Rei and Nahoya had been in their teen years, she had joked that the gentle boy could have been an action star if he weren't always pushing his glasses up on his nose. Of course, the years had softened his body into something more suitable to his bookish preferences, and she had been fond enough of that too. "Mmm... I'm not feeling too well, I think." She said, frowning when Kitato brought the glass to her lips. She was obedient, nonetheless, and took sips as he tipped it toward her.<br/><br/>Rei sighed loudly. "It's been the last few days piling up on me. So much unnecessary stress." She sunk down in the pillows again, eyes closed and chin tipped away because she wasn't in the mood to drink any more water. "I'm sorry." She was mumbling, talking to one of the brothers in the vague terms that suited them both. She rolled into her blankets, shivering despite the thin glisten of sweat on her cheeks, and cocooned herself in the soft sheets in a childish sort of way. She opened one eye to look at her caretaker.<br/><br/>"Are you staying with me today?" she asked. A small smile. "You don't have to, but thank you." Rei said. The room was large, but it felt remarkably intimate in the quiet. Really, they hadn't had the house to themselves in a while. Which was to say, Rei had not been left in private with either of the men in her house. Nahoya seemed happy to have their home livelier with Kitato's presence, and Kit had not seemed to care about the general expectations of solitude when demanding Rei's intimacy for himself. In a sense, it shouldn't have been surprising that she was exhausted. It was also quite undeniably her own fault.<br/><br/>"I don't remember being sick like this since I was small. Do you remember that time you and your brother both took care of me, because our parents were working on our summer break?" she laughed into the covers. "We all used to get along so well. I think I miss it, a little bit." Rei shrugged beneath the blanket. "But I've gone and made things difficult. Is getting sick a punishment for that?" she sighed again, pulling one arm out of her cocoon to pat the bed beside her. An invitation, though it was difficult to say exactly who she was inviting, brows furrowed against the pounding in her head.