Shuro brushed a hand over Kusano's hair, trying to put herself back in the frame of mind she'd been in after she'd come back from the dead. Mostly she'd been grateful that someone had bothered to stay with Hitsugaya while she'd been gone, but this was kind of a different situation altogether. Not just because she was a lot more social than Hitsugaya had been, but she also hadn't been torn apart in a fight and had never considered herself stronger than . . . well, most of the people she'd met over the nearly two years she'd been here.
She murmured quietly to Byakuya, though, "Sorry . . . Do you need anything?"