Ryou blinked. He was pretty sure the last thing he remembered was... carrying the rods. And then..? Then exhaustion had taken over or something. But, as Ryou eyes fluttered open, he couldn't help but identify the feeling with taking cold medicine- only worse. Poison. That was so shameful. For crying-out-loud, he should be able to stop something as ridiculous as being knocked out! He definitely wasn't going to tell his grandparents. They'd look at him with such pity. What kind of Hozuki doesn't recognize poison and do something to counteract it? He'd totally be lucky if his grandmother only cut off a limb-or-two off all his zombies.
Zombie. Zombie... Ryou felt like a zombie, but by the air escaping his lungs, he was really starting to doubt it. Wait, pain. Yeah, Ryou was fried. Fried like all that delicious, crispy fish he had eaten an unknown amount of time ago. "Ow," He mumbled, the words coming out slightly hallow. After a few minutes, he was able to focus on Kii. "Ow, Kii." Ryou stressed, wanting Kii to understand just how much ouch he was in. Despite the fact his friend had literally blasted him through a wall, Ryou tried reaching out to Kii. "Shira-chan, Kii. I..." He was a bad babysitter. If he had been more focused, if he... " 'Orry."
Focus. Ryou had to focus on his chakra. Taking a deep breath, Ryou's body started to liquidify. And, although this wasn't helping one-hundred percent and his concentration was sub-par at the moment, this slightly helped. "Taiho, Kii is still your friend. We aren't here to hurt anyone. Just... just..." Focus, focus. Kii was too emotional; he'd get them killed. "If you like turned into a zombie, Kii cares so much he'd probably feed you his own brain." That couldn't really be blamed on the poison; it was pretty much the way Ryou's mind worked. "So... because Kii is the zombie and you don't want to feed him any brains, you should just turn your head away and let him zombie walk his way out of here."