Shinjirou's motor skills seem to have mostly returned. That's something to be grateful for, at least. Patient as ever, Jade packs away the thermos and waits, frowning when he sees how every brush of fabric has Shinjirou tensing and flinching. The clothes are already the loosest he could find (in fact, they don't even belong to him), but it looks like it isn't much help.

Still, there's nothing to do except wait and resist the temptation to adjust Shinjirou's clothes. He offers his arm again when Shinjirou finishes. "Your hair is still wet, but I suppose this will have to do. Let's go back to the house; I can give you some honeyed tea before you sleep."

Maybe it's a good thing Shinjirou is in too much pain to talk back. Jade doesn't particularly feel like having a discussion right now.