His room, huh... He probably would be better off there. But in the end, Kyousule thrived on doing things. Tearing himself away from trying to do something about Sora was hard enough; hiding away while others were still putting themselves on the line was just unfathomable. Hurt or otherwise, he wasn't that pathetic. And to be honest, he was grateful the man would have him at all despite how useless he was right now, or that he wasn't insisting that he needed to rest. ... Not that he was about to mention as much.

"Let's get going, then," he assented instead, starting off on his own. He didn't know the way to medical wing, but he at least knew he was headed the right way, since the other direction led to the hospital's grounds.

[to derp.]