"I'm fine," he said, brusque and borderline dismissive. Not that he doubted that Shion really cared, but James wasn't used to that, and he was loathe to come across as weak. With his hand healed, there was even less reason for him to show any weakness, and he mustered all the strength he had in getting them out of the room.

"Don't have my room anymore, though," he said, since last time he'd carried Shion there. Did he even remember that? Hell if James knew. "Let's go to the kitchen. We should grab some water."