He turned back to to the hedgehog when he heard the time, eyes widened in shock. "A week...? B-but... it's... it's only supposed to be twenty four hours... How....?" he trailed off. What had gone wrong? It had always been twenty four hours...
And then the hedgehog's gaze hardened. He was right, of course - he watched over his body, and the least he deserved was an explanation - though Mighty didn't feel particularly comfortable giving it out. But it was the very least he could do, so...
"One of the people I.. ... that died... during the vampire curse... wanted revenge. And he... well, he... he's... dangerous... I... he was.. he was trying to corner Chii... I made a deal with him... in exchange for him never hurting her directly, or indirectly... I... well... I let him do whatever he wanted to do." He shifted again, under the hedgehog's scrutinity. He felt like a naughty child who had stolen a cookie - as if he had to explain himself and apologize. "I... sorry."