Sending the infirm to cushy opium dens to soothe their pain hasn't been in style for years, mister. Shura refrains from saying that, only raising a brow at his display. Yeah, poor dumb man baby.

"Nyaa, what are you sayin'? Kids? I ain't their keeper." Showing her the sake is invitation enough for Shura to join him in the pillows. If he has more than one cup, she's just polite enough to fill his before filling her own. If there's only one cup, then whatever, she'll have to drink after him. He's injured, not diseased.