Absinthe traced a gentle finger down the line of his arm, checking the set of it. He frowned slightly at the slight swelling, and the vague tinge to the skin which meant it was threatening to come out in a bruise.

He grasped Kaito's chin in a quick movement, tipping the thief's head back to meet his gaze yet again.

"Stay," he said firmly, then turned to the side-cabinets, searching for the arnica - and plaster-of-paris while he was at it.