Lucky(?) for Kawase, the pout only intensifies at the arm diagnosis. He'd certainly remember if his arm almost got cut off, thank you!! But, ah, he had been a little distracted by something else in that frantic five-second sequence- seeing that over the shoulder glance of blue eyes again had been scarier than whatever swerved in to slice the delusion down. And, apparently slice his sleeve?? Now he was going to have to mend it, ugh...

"Well, nothing else was making sense to do! They tried to offer me a place to stay, but instead I took off on them, and then I read a little bit at the library..." Tama's good at holding back what he wants to say at times like this, and yet he doesn't want to. He wants to huddle closer to Kawase, which is deeply shameful, but he does it anyway. It's warmer like this, more than the fire, and he can also mumble his concerns more freely. "I can't...um, Frog Man and anything like that isn't working. He's not with you, is he...?"