( Leaves... He guesses it makes sense that something that carries a disease can be its own cure. He'll have to run out and grab something for it to help her. And probably to prevent himself from catching it, if he even can. But for now, he guides her into the home and tries to find her a spot without any crickets in the way. )

A nuisance creature, huh...

( Which kind is that again. He scans the room as he helps her sit, frowning vaguely. )

It's fine. It looks a lot less fluffy in here than in my place right now, but it sounds about the same. Actually, your cricket things are a little less in the face about it...

( His absolutely aggressively play strings at him like the trumpet meme. )