It was good to see that she was well enough. Blunt trauma shouldn't be taken easy, protective suit or not. He remembered how the pillar had crashed into her. He smiled when he saw her face again, hair a little wilder from its stay inside the helmet. "No problem. I feel like any good potential partner should at least keep the other alive." he said and shrugged. "I'm just old fashioned that way." Another confident grin. His injuries hadn't been from the Beast, after all.<br/><br/>"I was kinda of hoping for at least second base, but I guess your number is good for now." he joked and put his cheek to her head while she rested against his shoulder. Kuram breathed slowly, conserving energy while enjoying her nearness. The rotting pieces of the beast were left alone, people taking care to walk wide circles around it, while campus recovered from the bloody and violent ordeal. Kuram squeezed her hand and thought he saw another light atop a building before he closed his eyes.<br/><br/>When he opened them again they were in a medical facility. He guessed they'd been transported to HQ. Before anyone could talk to him about it, he smiled to himself, and then tried to sit up against the headboard. It went surprisingly easy, and he flexed his upturned palm in commemoration to the drip for the drip. His battle garb had given place for his day clothes, since there was no threat, and his shirt was removed and mostly replaced by bandages. Kuram touched the bonds and nodded to himself. The cut had been given good attention.<br/><br/>"I am telling you, Juniper, he's not had formal, Syndicate approved training." Klause said as they walked down the corridor after a short briefing with their handler, sent down from the council. He had removed his helmet and held it in one arm, but kept his suit on. "That's why we shouldn't have brought him here. Now, I understand I have a responsibility in this..." he shook his head and stopped, reliving the moment that opened up Kuram's side. It would be a stain on his record and the root of hesitation for a while.<br/><br/>"But he mustn't stay long. And you shouldn't befriend him. It seems like a conflict of interest, doesn't it? Someone who can't be a sanctioned Scythe, being so close to one who is?" he sighed as he took them to medbay and frowned as his hand-print opened the door. Kuram had been given their best physicians, that coupled with the fact that the wound hadn't been lethal should let him be up and running rather quickly, especially since they'd replenished the blood he lost.<br/><br/>"Look at you two. I'm glad everyone's alright." Kuram said and tugged at the IV. He laughed modestly at his state. Klause took a place by his bed and straightened his posture.<br/><br/>"I am sorry for cutting you. I was on high alert and I thought you were coming at me." he explained. Kuram waved the arm that didn't have a needle in it.<br/><br/>"It's better to be cut by a Syndicate blade than Break Beast claws, right?" he said and tried looking beyond the staunch Scythe to lay eyes on Juniper, much like their first meeting. "Did you bring me more cake?" he asked, and the familiarity and casual nature upset Klause so much he huffed and took a step back, hands fisted by his side as he passed her.<br/><br/>"Just remember what I said." he warned and hurried out the door. Kuram grinned and waved her over, and petted the bed for her to sit.<br/><br/>"Hey there, Heroine."