[ He waits for a moment to make sure Ruby has a good hold on the jars before carefully adjusting his hold on her -- gripping tighter, but not too tight, shifting the way her weight is distributed across his arms. And then he starts heading in the direction of the closest cornerstone. His boots thump steadily off the pavement below them, one foot in front of the other. A good few moments pass in that fashion, with Gen silently trudging along, expression fixed in his usual frown with brow lowered and lips pursed, before he speaks up. ]

I don't know shit about medical stuff. [ Probably unsurprising. ] And I don't get sick often. [ Probably also unsurprising. ] So it's not like I'm gonna know enough to call you a liar if you just say you got a nosebleed 'cause you're sick.

[ He wouldn't have doubted her, in other words. ]

Don't just say whatever lie first comes to mind, dumbass.

[ It would be a stretch and a half to say he's comforting her in any way. That's not his intention, and it's probably not the result he gets, either. But it's just that it's always annoyed him when people just go acting like they know him and make completely incorrect assumptions. He doesn't know who the hell it is that Ruby's previous had such shit experiences with, but they're not him, so he'd rather not be treated like them.

... still. He does get it, does understand why Ruby did something so stupid. Which is why Gen 'mercifully' ends his reprimand of her there, giving a small sigh as he rounds a corner (no doubt startling some poor passerby who definitely wasn't expecting to suddenly be faced by an enormous, sour-faced teen carrying a delicate little girl in his arms). ]

Whatever. Just don't lie to me like that again. [ And now that she'll hopefully just give him a goddamn straight answer: ] So are you dying, or is this like a cold where you can just sleep it off?