Gura is staring blankly into space on the other side of the bench, listening to the rain hammering the glass of the bus stop shelter. Ever since you first ran into her you've kept a respectful distance and never brought up her career, and that's earned you silent appreciation and the occasional smile, but you've never seen her like this. You muster up the courage and ask if she's okay

As she turns to you, you see the bags under her eyes. What a stupid question

Gura chuckles weakly Nope.