The fight to protect the lower floors had been a long one, but thanks to Gouran and the other inhabitants of the tower, Gyousou had made it through without any major injuries. Even so, he had taken time to clean himself of blood as much as he was able before joining the feast, even brushing the blood from Gouran's fur in the way he would have curried his suugu back in Tai. He was aware that this was the least he could do, and even then it wouldn't do much to help Taiki's sickness, but if he could lessen the kirin's discomfort even by a fraction, then he'd do so.

It took him even longer to actually find Taiki, eventually being directed towards the kirin's crumpled form by a concerned fellow inmate. The sight alone made his blood boil and Gouran's hackles lift. Although he had to duck uncomfortably to do so, he crouched under the table, and pulled the cloak-wrapped bundle of kirin out into the open air.

"Kouri, you must try to eat."