Mystic about dropped the glass pitcher when her elbow brushed against his. As it was he barely kept from doing so. He flinched when she touched his hair. Scooting discretely sideways and looked at her a bit. He was about to run out into the garden. From there to the stream where he was teaching Arisu to swim. As long as she didn't follow him at least. He looks at her. "Haven't you been here before?" he asked in confusion. "I think around a month or s-so." he says. Scooting away from her yet again when their elbows brushed again. "P-please stop touching me." he says nervously. Looking to Arisu's mother's direction. "She will be...she will get over her illness." He says mysteriously. He looks at her. "Please stop getting close. I don't like a lot of people close. Not when I don't know you." he stammers out in shy nervousness.