Ryo checks to see if the coast is clear - it doesn't look like anyone saw them come inside; good - and shuts and locks the door. It's a small apartment, shared with Thanatos, but it's functional. "Both of you, over there." He gestures to the teens, then to the sofa in the living area. "Take a seat. I'll bring you some water in a minute. And you-" He points to Jingyi, then one of the kitchen chairs, pulled away from the table. "Sit. Either lose the top or roll up your sleeve - either way, I want a look at that injury."

And then the questions start, and he sighs. Why does nobody outside his world know to listen to a healer? "No, he won't," he tells the teens, matter-of-fact but gentle. "He's been protecting you from the things that have been trying to eat you, hasn't he? Now go sit down."

That imparted, he looks back at Jingyi. "And I have no idea what those are - real animals, or illusions, or both, or what. Only Fate knows, and she isn't telling."