"Ah...no. I don't. Er. C-can't." All right, he'd take that as a 'no' for the question about needing healing, and accept the disdain and lecture as something he was entirely accustomed to. Hanatarou hunched his shoulders a little, nervously straightening his jacket as he cast a sidelong glance toward the improvised barricade at the door.

He could already hear more of those creatures outside, and the shelf blocking the door was beginning to shake under their attempts to get inside. It certainly couldn't last the entire night, and being inside didn't seem to prevent others of their kind from showing up, which meant - well. Going somewhere.

He reached over and picked up a sturdy-looking hardback from the closest shelf, glancing up uncertainly at the blond man as he clung to the thing like the useless weapon it was. "Do you, um, know where it m-might be, er, safe? Safer?"