Kuronue moved about, opening small boxes of things he'd gotten the elves to bring him. He pulled out some pills (one of the first things he'd done with his free time was go to the library and then make use of what he'd learnt in the advancement of human medicine) and poured a glass of water then sat beside Kurama on the bed.

"Take them, you're not in a condition to heal yourself, and you know how bad I am at herbal shit." He tried to ignore the question, mainly because it didn't make sense. He didn't want to face his replacement just yet. It was as simple as that. Kurama knew that he'd need time to get his head around it, he must have.

He held out the pills to Kurama, but wouldn't let him hold the glass completely. He didn't want him to end up dropping it.