[He nods before making his way into the last room with her, eyes on another one of the toy dressers. It feels like the porcelain has already crept up his torso to his rib cage, like a weird, delicate brace, but he does his best to ignore it. As long as he has the use of his arms, and doesn't need to turn very much, he should be fine... probably.

He's midway through shifting the dresser when Makoto mentions the babysitting thing, and he can't help but sigh a bit in resignation. Of course Usagi would do that.]

Maybe someone should. Her injury was really bad. Even if it's sealed up--

['She still lost a lot of blood' is what he was about to say, but... no. Usagi didn't want to worry her friends, and that detail wasn't his place to share. Maybe when she was properly recovered, she'll fill them in on those particular things.]

... even if it's sealed up, she still needs time to recover. [Perfectly non-suspicious segue there, Syaoran!] People would probably worry less if she took care of herself when she needs it.