[ Macaque keeps rubbing his forehead, looking vaguely ill at what Red Son said. ]

It might have been my fighting with him. Not that it's unusual, but he was fine until then.

Which... the symbolism would be a little on the nose, but magic does that sometimes.

[ He hesitates. Tellingly, once one knows what he's about to say. ]

Would Saya help too? [ It's the first time he's used her name out loud. Macaque probably needn't elucidate how conflicted he is about asking. ] You mentioned her, so you must think it would help manage him.