For the most part, Kurama keeps his distance. Partially to give Hiei space, partially needing it for himself. There was a limit to his ability to remain open and vulnerable while being met with little in return, that calm collected demeanor that came so effortlessly more of a facade than he cared to admit, sometimes. Especially these days, lacking in other outlets for his attention and focus. He has no interest in pursuing the topic, content with the fact that Koenma is appeased for now, even if neither of them is.

The fox smells the blood before anything else, and he's out of his own room to investigate the source almost immediately. He pauses in the open doorway, seeming to consider before stepping over the threshold into the room, not yet approaching but making his presence known.

“Hiei-”

The fire demon can't possibly think he'd be better off doing this alone, he didn't believe that.