Barnaby wasn't sure whether their captors would waste resources for just a "precaution". But, then, he'd expected them to leave him for dead last night, so it was clear he didn't entirely understand their intentions.

While he nearly said something, he could sense something weighing on Kotetsu, so he patiently held off. His partner had always been pretty easy for him to read, but the long pause would have made his uncertainty obvious to even those who didn't know him that well.

When he finally came out with it, Barnaby let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. After everything that had happened last night, he'd almost been afraid that there was something about his condition he couldn't remember. Still, knowing his shoddy recollection about a lot of things lately, he curled his toes inside of his slippers for good measure.

"Yes," he assured his partner as he met his worried gaze. "The wheelchair makes my injuries look more serious than they are. Aside from the gashes, I'm fine."

Well, that wasn't completely true, and they both knew it. Barnaby's expression darkened. "I'm not sure how long I'll be like this, though," he admitted in a low voice. "Precaution or not, you should take care of that shoulder. It's bad enough that I can't kick and jump anymore. The last thing we need is for you to lose anymore upper-body strength."

In other words, if Kotetsu didn't want to look after his body for himself, he hoped he could at least do it for Barnaby's sake.