[Rukia stares in shock, her heart in her throat. How did he get that badly hurt?! Then she sighs, closing her umbrella and shucking off her shoes at the door.]

I wish I could say the same for you. Would I be wrong to assume you haven't gone to the hospital because you were afraid of 'putting people out'?

[She shrugs out of her coat, then sits down on the couch he hasn't occupied, the thermos resting on the coffee table between them. Lifting her hand, it glows with a faint white light.]

May I?