[ The door barely cracks open an inch, Claude's narrowed green eyes peering out to see what's happening. He rather likes Minato, but that means very little; the Gnosia are still wickedly smart and capable of pulling off tactics and trickery in order to get to their victims, and staggering over here pretending to be in distress is one of the more expected gambits.

Only... that coughing fit isn't feigned. And it could be that Minato got into a spot of trouble with someone like Claude, fighting against their forces, but at the heart of things, Claude is simply softer than he thinks he is. He curls away from the door for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut with a quietly muttered oath. He doesn't have time to play the mind games he normally would.

The door swings open. ] In, hurry, hurry, [ he says, ushering Koromaru in as well. (If they are Gnosia, Koromaru will be trouble. Claude doesn't fancy the idea of those fangs wedged deep into his neck. He's not particularly gentle as he manhandles Minato into a chair, afraid that the kid will just teeter over if left to his devices long enough. His gaze is concerned as he stares down at him, eyes following that dark shadow over his neck. ]

Gods large and small, you'd better not stab me as soon as I turn around, [ Claude says fretfully to himself, grabbing a jug of water and pushing a glass into Minato's hands. ] What the hell happened?