Kohaku pushed himself out of bed and rolled his eyes. 'Blah blah blah.' He mouthed, making Kairi snort. Even though he had been cracked open, almost had his organs stolen and his vocal cords ripped out, he was still his same self. He moved over to Kairi and pulled his shirt up to show his sister the long line of stitches that stretched all the way down from his chest to his stomach, pointing to it. Kairi knew what he meant. She wiped her eyes and inspected the stitches, shaking her head. "You shouldn't train yet, give it a few days so you can heal properly." Kohaku scowled, not liking what he heard, but Kairi shook her head. "No, you should rest, and for now, I guess I'll get you a pad and paper so you can talk." Kohaku huffed and sat down on the bed.