Aya snorted. and then glanced at Omi from the corner of his eye. He had not expected the boy to report with his wound to him, right?

Right. Aya snorted again, this time there might have been some amusement in it, a hint of curve upon his lips as he shook his head.

They were idiots, all of them.

"Tired enough that Yohji had to drag you away last night and leave injured Ken behind to fight off that bird alone?" he asked dryly, and gave Omi another glance, studying him calmly. "I heard you were wounded. How serious is it?"