At first, Sora had assumed that Kurogane was right on their heels, but it quickly became obvious that he hadn't followed them in the first place. He felt bad for leaving the man behind, but he'd wanted them to get to safety, hadn't he? Sora just hoped he was all right.

If he didn't show up in the next few minutes, then they'd run back out there in search for him. That was what Sora decided.

It wasn't much of surprise that Tsubaki was worrying over his wound, and Sora had to admit that it stung. At least it was distracting him from the fever, although Sora realized that wasn't exactly the best way to deal with his symptoms. He breathed heavily as he stared down at his chest. His shirt had been sliced through and now the blood was soaking into it. He was pretty sure some of it was dripping down toward his abdomen, too.

"It's not as bad as it looks," he insisted. "I didn't let it slice too deep." The problem was that the shallower cuts tended to bleed more. Sora held tight onto his Keyblade, crossing his fingers that it wouldn't vanish just because he was out of immediate danger.