Too old he understood-- he was at least five years older than almost every Kaito he had seen in the mansion so far-- but too well-fed?

A hand slides over her shoulder again, meant to be comforting, turning her slightly so she was facing him. Coherency... this was much better. Despite what had happened to her, Kazuha was still in there. "Kaito-san is right," he answers with a slight grin, an attempt at lightheartedness to ease the tension, "Or Kuroba. Or, and this one is usually your favorite, 'That thick-headed idiot.'"

He tugs against her shoulder lightly to lead her toward the door, assuming she needs the support. "You should. I'll walk with you."