Yukarin was much different looking than yesterday, in her manner at least. Where as she'd been vivacious and hale looking, today she was sluggish, down, pale, and sweaty. Perhaps it was just the growing heat of the day... but it seemed more than that.
"Ah, good morning Dong-ha-sama. I apologize if I am interrupting anything..."
She closed the yurt's flap behind her, standing with her arm in her other hand.