Numbly Ritsuka moved to the sink. He was starting to feel the pain from the finger. It stung and he winced, trying to fight back tears. It had been so long since something like this happened. Since he'd been in real pain. The fight he'd gotten into and the actions from the event were noting compared to this pain. "I'm ... alright." He continued to squeeze the wound even as blood seeped through the towel.

If Seimei would dare to look, there was a small sliver of flesh lying next to the celery.