Ichigo was going to have such a fun time of it before long... PTSD and fire being inescapable, then anxiety causing even further out. As it was now, Chihiro shook her head in response. It wass not much of a motion, barely stirring her damp hair, but it was a start. "No. It's not tied to how I feel or anything. It just happens. It was really weird when it started in the bath. Kind of fun, too, when I think about it."

She drummed up a smile over that memory. At least the bathroom was a place that couldn't be too injured by overabundant water. (That was a lie.) "Ichigo-san, you're getting really soaked. You'll catch a cold if you don't get away from me." She didn't move away either, which was more of a problem on Chihiro's end about enjoying positive attention and bonding, but she was aware of her own low-key health hazard effect for the time being.