"I'm telling you now."

Calmer, he regards Aoba, and mentally reminds himself that no matter how his hair makes him look like one, he's not Ileovoth.

"...My apologies. I should not have felt offended at your legitimate worry, because you truly didn't know. And you're not Ileovoth."

After a moment, he reaches out to lightly pat Aoba's upper arm, but he doesn't let his touch linger in case it's a step too far.

"You'll probably know if I get sick before I do, because my markings lose much of their glow when I become ill."