Right now, Hiei would much prefer if Kurama left. Though not for the reasons the fox would know or think of, as he goes on about him having an appetite. He still looks like shit because he feels like shit, but like hell is he going to admit that. Instead, he is going to focus on the rhythm of his breathing, counting to make sure it all just looks... normal. As normal as possible. As normal as he can possibly hope to make it, anyway.

"Mn. It's a start." If he can keep it down, anyway. He reaches for a glass of water as the next wave of nausea rises up, hoping that the active action of swallowing may help to keep things down and prevent him from telling on himself. Thankfully it's room temperature, which is better than something cold as things go with stomachs.

"I don't think it would hurt. At least I could go and sit with the children." It would get him out of the room, at least, and take his focus off of feeling like absolute shit for a little while. He almost debates asking the fox for something to force him to sleep, but.. decides against it for fear he will tell on himself by doing so.

The comment about constant surveillance does at least spur him to laugh, even slightly, eyes rolling. "You're very chipper all of a sudden."