Shinjirou's expression is so pained that Jade can almost feel it himself. For a second, he worries about internal injuries, but he's confident that nobody had kicked him that hard.

"I'll help you treat those later," he promises. "I have some cream in my bag."

But first, he has to remove the plug. It's slippery under his fingers; he barely has to tug for it to come sliding out, wet enough that it makes a noise. He leaves Shinjirou leaning against the wall while he stashes it away (out of sight and out of mind, isn't that how it goes?), returning a brief second later.

"Do you think you can walk?" He watches him, eyes dark with concern that he can't entirely hide.