"It's minor. Go back to sleep." His voice is still toneless. He's still not looking at her.

All the same, he waits until he's certain she's sleeping again before he gets up and leaves the room. It's a weakness, but he hates to leave her side.

He cleans his wound; he changes into the few spare clothes he has; he puts his hair back into place. And, unable to think of anything else to do, he makes tea for when Rin wakes up.

(He made her tea the first morning after she summoned him, too. That feels like a million years ago; how much has changed, here in this City? When did he come to assign any value to their days together here, and why can't he stop? Her body in his arms, her head on his chest--)

He brings the tea into her room and sits down once more against the bed.