Koishi's smile melted into an expression of concern, and then surprise as she was grabbed. She allowed herself to be pulled in, arms wrapping firmly around his torso, squeezing. Several tendrils slid from her sleeves, winding their way down his waist.

"You're really low, aren't you? That's not good. Not good." There was genuine concern in her tone. "Call me sooner next time, okay?"