[That makes Mitsuhide's concern grow much deeper very quickly. He can feel something like fear beginning to creep its way into his chest; this has come on very quickly and too violently for it to be merely down to the type of food they ate.]

Food simply not agreeing with you should not cause this dramatic an effect.

[Mitsuhide stops rubbing Motochika's back and instead wraps his arm around the other man in order to give him proper support. He isn't quite sure what to do, but he has to do something.]

Do you wish to remain here, or should we take you inside? I can find a bucket if you fear you will vomit again...