[... definitely doesn't like the way she's putting that, and he finds himself almost hoping she means something managed to heal her before the unthinkable happened. But common sense and experience tell him otherwise-- and hope is a frivolous emotion that would do nothing to change what is, anyway. Ah... but he has to shove those uncomfortable and distressing implications aside for now, if he's going to stick with her until she finds her own Kaito. With a deep breath, he hand dives into his pocket, searching]

I wasn't speaking of only outward injuries, Aoko. [And he pulls out a small bottle of swirling blue liquid, reaching for Aoko's hand and placing it firmly in her palm. He doesn't let go of her hand when he finishes]

A small drink should be enough to take off the edge and return some of your strength, but don't take all of it. If he's really hurt, he may need the rest.

[With that, he nods toward the hallway] Shall we?