[Not an expected development at all. Mikado can't do much for Kida immediately, so he carefully kneels and collects the pills that have scattered, sweeping them into his palm and pouring them back into the bottle he retrieves from the floor as well. Closing the cap he examines the bottle for any identifying marks, maybe it can illuminate what malady Kida is suffering from, if he can determine the medicine taken to relieve it.]

[As he looks at the bottle he sits on the couch, reaching out with one hand to gently rub Kida's back, slow and soothing and an echo of their childhood, whenever Kida was sick and staying with Mikado because his parents weren't around or didn't care.]

[As calm as he is being he feels helpless right now. More helpless than when he was being threatened, more frustrated and scared. More angry at being powerless and in the dark. He tries to calm the emotions, disturbed at feeling them.]