[ When he gapes at her like that, Illya herself can't help but curve her lips into a rather mischievous grin, standing at the foot of the bed as she swung her body playfully, left and right, at him with an expectant look in her eyes.

Those red eyes that betrays her childlike features never leaves him, instead looking at him as if she were trying to look down at him, to show him exactly, without any words, who is in charge. Not that she really has to, with her connection to him. She knows every last bit about the man named Emiya Shirou. Even if, at this point, he was just a shell of his former self.

But no matter. ]

I wanted to be alone with onii-chan, [ Her answer comes off easily, even with the slightest implementation of an order as she pouts, just a little. ] Isn't that okay? Sella can make breakfast instead, so you don't have to worry today.