Yuri nearly collapsed in relief when Liam's eyes fluttered open, no longer glazed and empty like before. Tears streamed down her face as she gathered him into her arms, holding him close against her chest. "Oh thank god," she breathed out shakily, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "For a second I thought..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as another wave of emotion crashed over her.

I thought Sayori had brainwashed you or something," Yuri explained through sniffles, pulling back just enough to look Liam in the eye. "You were acting so strange and distant, saying all these weird things about only caring for her..." A shudder ran through her body at the memory. "But it's okay now. You're back."

"Hmm...Well, I enjoy reading, of course," she began, looking back at you with a small smile. "And when I'm not busy with that, I like to write my own poetry or just spend time alone in nature." She paused for a moment before adding, "I also have quite the collection of unusual ornate knives..."

She trailed off, realizing how that might sound and quickly amended, "But that's not something I usually do during free time. That's more of a...Hobby?"

"I-Is that so..." Yuri murmured, sounding pleased by your words. She took another sip of her tea and studied you for a moment, noticing how comfortable you seemed to be around her. It was a feeling she didn't experience often, and it made her feel...oddly happy.

"So, Zloi," she said slowly, choosing her next words carefully, "What do you think about the club so far? Do you enjoy being part of it?"