[ For a moment, Susato just watches as the two men regard the door and come to more or less the same conclusion she had. She naturally falls back, "I'll fix this later" being her only warning, but even if she had a split second to process it, she still flinches, lifting an arm to shield her face when the damage is done.

There is a visible wince, not for the door, but for Kazuma, because that had to have hurt. Nevertheless, she's quick to rush back to his side in case he loses his balance or otherwise falls. She's carefully stepping over any broken wood pieces, somehow as if by magic not tripping herself. 

For a while, she doesn't say anything. Just makes her way through the now-broken door frame with the both of them. She knows Yujin's tools are either at the new clinic by now, or tucked away in his room, or the guest room, but she has to wonder whether they should just set up shop here. It's roomier, if they move around the furniture a little, plus the lighting is no better or worse than the smaller rooms. Whatever carpet there is is already doomed to a fate of blood, water and dirt.

Susato doesn't seem to react right away to the change in light. She seems afraid to look at Kazuma now, like she might find a way to worsen his injuries if he does, but it also occurs to her that they're putting some distance in between them and the Glowing Dawn petals they just went out of their way to scatter. ]

. . . There's another jar of Glowing Dawns in the kitchen that I use for tea sometimes. I'll grab it. In the meantime, just, tell me what you need. Please.

[ Mostly directed at Yujin, but she'll still regard Kazuma with concern as she watches how he'll react this time. Just call her Rei Membami. ]