After a few moments passed, Kou found that the only thing keeping him standing was the wall, and Tatsuki's body against his own. Otherwise, his weakened and trembling knees were threatening to drop him onto the floor at a moment's notice. Soon enough, some of the palace staff arrived. Was this a voice he'd heard before now? No, surely not; he'd hardly even been conscious within this place. Maybe it was a simple matter of Akashi demanding servitude of literally anyone crossing his path.

Kou couldn't be sure why Tatsuki responded with a 'no' to the matter of meeting a seamstress. His own clothes were gone; he couldn't simply replace them the way Tatsuki surely could. Well, it was possible, but his would be only a temporary case. No matter. The white-haired lad would rise nonetheless, nodding to the maid while cupping his hands over his crotch. His path would lead him to the baths, which he happened to know the location of without even realizing why he did.