A sigh of relief escaped his lips, if only because it was nothing that serious. He would have to carry Rin somewhere where he could easily rest; the sensorium really was the best place for something like this. He didn't want to think what may have occurred if the news had been broken any other way.

His thoughts conjured up a bed in which he gently lay his twin; much more gently than he would ever let on while his brother was conscious. He wore a pained expression, one that he tried to wipe away with a brush of the back of his hand over his forehead. It was no use. He hadn't wanted to do this to Rin. He had to.

Now that he had tended to his brother, he needed to check on Blackie. Yukio wasn't surprised that the familiar was right beside him, and the look of concern written on the demon's face was enough to bring a reassuring smile to his own.

"He's just exhausted."