Jade draws in a breath of air as he steps out of the room, then exhales again, just as slowly. It takes some time to pack away his supplies and fetch water. Not much, admittedly, but it's enough to give him an opportunity to shunt his emotions to the back of his mind for later analysis. By the time he's done with his self-assigned tasks, he had returned to his usual alert, detached state.

When he steps back into the room, his first instinct is to look for Shinjirou on the futon. He raises an eyebrow when he finds the futon empty and Shinjirou lying on the bed instead. The implications are hard to miss, although he has to wonder at them. Hasn't Shinjirou had enough for one day?

Jade rests his fingers against the curve of Shinjirou's neck to rouse him. The skin is still feverishly hot to the touch; he hopes he isn't coming down with something.

"Can you sit up?"