The tone got a mild glare, in truth he was too tired to do more. Soubi just did his best to keep placing one foot in front of the other and go where he was half led, half dragged. No stairs was a relief, and one he wouldn't have been able to boast of had he made it home.

And on to the couch once inside, though there wasn't much point in him trying to toe off shoes as injured and dirty as he was. Something that would have earned him so many beatings were he still at Seimei's side. He barely made any sound of pain, and only when the worst of his injuries were bumped. Just a soft breath, an intake of air that gave it away.

Color all around? He didn't notice. Just slumped over on the couch, head bent to his knees. As if he'd be going anywhere fast, or at all on his own.