"Mob--" The building rumbled and Reigen braced the two mugs of tea. Some of the books from his fallen shelf were jostled out of their position and tumbled to the floor.

Reigen waited until the rumbling before rising to approach his student's back. He gave the tense muscles of Mob's upper back a small and trained rub.

'Mob hasn't looked this small in awhile.'

"Hey. Look at me. It's stuff. All that stuff on the ground--none of that has an aching body or mucus running everywhere. It can be repaired or replaced. Just come drink the tea I made for you. I promise you'll feel better after."