I'm never letting you do that again.

[ Kojirou manages to get to a seated position, brushing grass off his uniform. ]

I'm not in the habit of being held by men.

[ Is that really the issue here? That seems to be the main issue here, because Kojirou isn't letting the fact that he almost got killed by a combination of poison and black swans get to him. At least, not outwardly. ]

Especially not like a rice sack. Couldn't you at least have used both arms?