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There's the black suited Kazuha again. Though it might be you hear here before you see her. Not that she's shouting this time. No, it's more the ragged breathing and the stumbling down the hall, mostly moving along with a hand against the wall. Sometimes gripping the light fixtures and turning to press her forehead against the wall and letting out a long, low keening sound, like a whine really. Her free arm is pressed against her stomach, looking almost in pain.

Though the most worrying fact is the large amount of blood on her face. Mostly it's on her face and slight smatterings on her neck and along the top of her shirt. It also seems her suit is oddly singed.

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"... I can tell," he responds as he leads her out, checking the hallway to make sure it's clear before continuing downstairs, "What happened?"

Why are you ASKING THAT?

"...explainin' means explain' the amnesia deathcave a bunch of us stupidly agreed ta goin' ta."

Who knows, maybe he wouldn't want to know after saying that?

... it might have worked, if the person she was talking to at the moment hadn't been a Kaito.

"The hell are you doing agreeing to go to a place with a description like that?"

"I don't remember yet."

Well, she DOESN'T. Thus the amnesia part.

"Pretty sure I followed Heiji."

It was a fair enough point, so he gives it to her, though not without giving her a Look as well.

"Hattori?" a snort, "Funny, it's usually the other way around where I come from." A beat. "Explaining is up to you, if you'd rather keep it a secret."

"Is it? About time. Does look like I'm always followin' him. Or I get kidnapped," Kazuha said with a scoff. She's decidedly not amused by this fact.

"...Sabra La Tau isn't a pleasant place. And sometimes there are affects from thin's in that place that lin'er. Blood and me....don't go well together. Even when I'm perfectly fine, it gets ta me, and thin's were already difficult before that," Kazuha said. Vague, but sort of getting to the point. Just the whole being cursed by a god of a dying world would probably need context. As well as the nightmare.

And almost eating the teammates for the Kaito in that place.

Extremely vague, but he thinks he might be picking up on the gist of things.

"... 'don't go well together' doesn't seem like a proper description," he noted, steering her toward a staircase that lead downward, "Unless you mean that in the sense that blood has always made you... well." H-handwave. "Hungry,"

"...exactly. It makes me hungry," Kazuha said, following along. "Depending how I am, the hungry for 'what' gets looser and looser restrictions."

He just had the luck of running into her when the restrictions were just about nonexistent.

"... why?" Curiosity laces his tone, with just a bit of wariness. He's already made a guess (while he doesn't believe in the existence of vampires back home, it is at least a possibility in this place), but hearing it from her would set straight any misconceptions.

"Because it BUILDS and it forces ya ta do whatever it takes ta satisfy it. It doesn't matter what, just so long as it's edible, even if it-"

And that's the point where she has to acknowledge that she did actually eat human flesh back there and pulling away because once you remember that, you can't not be sick.

He lets her pull away, the gears in his mind turning as he draws conclusions. He is no detective, but he isn't stupid, either.

"O-oi, there's a bathroom--" he reaches out to push open the nearest door, hoping it leads to a bathroom as he does so.

It's lucky that it is, because she's hurrying inside and all that food really will be going to waste.

OhgodohgodohgodIdidn'tpleasetellmeIdidn'tactually-ONE OF THEM WAS A KID.

He stays near the door frame again, flickers of concern breaking through his normally neutral demeanor as he watches her.

"Kazuha..."

She doesn't answer. Really can't, because she seems determined to completely empty her stomach. Even before all the food, it was THERE, it was inside her and she was digesting parts of SOMEONE ELSE and no, no, no, GET OUT NOW.

She doesn't pull away until she's only able to dry heave. Even if her throat burns and the tears are coming, she can't let herself think to much about it. Can't, can't, can't, Kaito is not the person she needs to turn to for something like this. Even if it's a different one....

"...we need ta go back to the kitchen. Need...need somethin' else after that."

Sometime during all of this he had moved from the door to crouch down next to her, one hand running soothingly across her back while the other kept her hair out of her face.

"Can you walk?" he asks once she speaks, because she sure did look sick and weak and pale after that.

Kazuha nods her head. "I can walk...was running in worse shape just an hour ago..." When she lightning'd herself to avoid getting eaten by the ground.

She pushes herself to her feet, even if she's shakey. "Just...need somethin'. Need somethin' before it comes back. Real, normal food."

"The kitchen restocks itself," he answers, helping her to her feet as he does so.

"... when I asked why, I meant... why does the smell of blood, of all things, make you hungry."

"Cooked meat does too," Kazuha said, already heading back to the kitchen, though she's trying not to lean on him too much. Somewhat successfully.

"Any food will do it. Food can't be put in front of me and not want ta eat it. Like a scavenger..." And there's a bitter laugh. "Hardly befitting a Queen when ya think about it..."

He lets her walk, so long as she is able. "Queen?"

"The source of the influence," Kazuha said, shaking her head. Just get to the kitchen. There will be food soon enough.

"Who is she?" Thank goodness the kitchen is just up ahead, and he moves aside to let her in first.

"Part of Sabra La Tau."

But that can wait. Until then, she's going to the fridge. Not quite as desperate this time, at least the poor door doesn't suffer any abuse, but she will be pretty much just eating right there without a care for what.

He nods as she heads towards the refrigerator again, holding back his questions for when she is finished.

It's less desperate this time, certainly more control. She might have even eaten less this time around, but it is rather hard to be sure. Still, when she finishes, she closes the fridge door and picks up the wrappings to throw them away.

"That should do it for now..."

"You've gotta be getting cold walking around like that." He pushes himself away from the door frame and jerks his head down the hallway. "C'mon."