Influenced or not?

Though unexpected, I kept a calm expression on my face as I stood before Anzu-nee, waiting for her to speak first.

With a somewhat awkward silence, her eyes bore into me with a look that was a mix of curiosity and something else. "Everything okay in there? Is Eimi asleep?"

I nodded as I walked over to her. "Mhm, I tucked her in the bed. Those chocolates were stronger than we thought, Nee-san. By the way, how about you? Sorry, I kinda had to lay you down on the couch when I carried Eimi here."

Anzu-nee's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me, her arms tightening around that bountiful part of her, "... It's fine. It's good that you take care of her."

Her voice seemed to shake a bit as I sensed that she hadn't finished speaking yet.

"But I heard everything, naughty little brat." Upon saying that, she broke eye contact and tried to avert her gaze to prevent her blush from tinting her face.

Of course, she heard it. Otherwise, she wouldn't wait here outside Eimi's door.