[Within an instant of the sneeze, all the hope and confidence falls from her face; before she can even speak, the horrible sense of failure comes crashing down.

Okay, maybe she never needed to use her power specifically to cure illness before, but it should have worked. The clock should have been turned back. He should have been as healthy as he was before he contracted the sickness.

For a long moment, she's at a loss for words, mentally scrambling to try to piece together why her hair couldn't cure him. Whatever is wrong, it can't be normal; she knows her hair can fix normal bodily problems, like aging, pain, and injury. And if it's not normal, that means it must be---]

Magic.

[Or something akin to it at her current level of understanding of this world.]

Th-that has to be what's wrong. Something... mystical. That's the only thing I can think of that would keep my hair from working.

I mean, Mother and I never got sick, and in hindsight, I'm pretty sure it was because my hair was used almost daily; it would have cured any sort of sickness before it even had time to get worse. So it should have worked here too.

[Yet it didn't, which... is quite the cause for concern. Despite her attempt to hide the sincere worry on her face, she doesn't quite manage to before she casts a concerned glance KO's way.

Whatever is making Sora sick, it's stronger than her own power.]