[The motion in her field of vision is enough to draw her out of her half-trance, and she glances up at him. She's not crying, but she can't quite hide the mix of fear and anger in her expression. There' a short, half-surprised blink, and then she takes his hand in one her own - shaking slightly, but still firm. She doesn't pull herself out of the chair with it - she knows trying would probably send both Shunsui and herself topppling, but she uses it to steady herself as she rises, wincing slightly as half-healed muscles tense.

It's only a step or two between the chair and bed, and she makes it easily enough, sitting down at Shunsui's side. She wants to lean up against him, but she doesn't - she knows he's in worse shape than she is, right now. So instead it's a arm draped lightly around the small of his back as she glanced back down towards the floor again.]

I should've been paying attention.