Gracie slowly cuts the arrow out of Inuyasha's chest. She knows this hurts him but it would set him free. Once she gets the arrow out, his body falls to the ground. His wounds are bleeding heavy and she places her hands on them. Her hands glow blue and the wounds heal within moments.
Inuyasha's body starts pulsing and his eyes slowly open. His golden eyes meet the blue eyes of a strange girl. She asks, "Are you okay, Inuyasha?" He says calmly, "Well I'm not in pain. Who the hell are you?" She says, "My name is Gracie." She moves away from him and sits down to relax a bit.
He looks at her a moment as he sits up. He says, "I take it you're not from here." He looks down at his body seeing that his wounds are gone. Gracie says softly, "I somehow healed all your wounds with just my touch." He looks back up at her noticing that she was very different than the women here.
He stands up and looks at her closely. He says while narrowing his eyes, "You not from around here at all. What are doing here? How did you get here?" She looks in his eyes and says unable to stop herself, "I was looking at my family's sacred mirror when I cut my finger on its border. My blood dripped into the center of the mirror and it swirled around like crazy. The next thing I know, I am standing in front you.
"I walked down the path to the village and a woman told about you. I got so angry about it that I stormed off and find my way back to you. I then got to work trying to set you free." Inuyasha looks at her unsure what to say. No one had ever done anything like that for him before, at least not without wanting something in return.
He offers Gracie his hand calmly and asks, "Why is your hair golden?" She takes his hand and stands up while fighting her weak knees. She says, "I am from another country but was adopted by a nice Japanese couple. My blonde or golden hair as you called it is an unavoidable trait of my birth parents."
Inuyasha takes her in his arms and says, "Well I like your hair." She looks at his chest and says, "I know I healed your chest but I must ask. Does your chest hurt any? Do you need anything?" He removes his kimono top and shows her his chest. He says seeing he bears no scars, "I am fine. You have nothing to fear."
She runs her fingers over his chest and says softly, "Amazing...you heal so neatly." He looks at her hand no longer use to a woman's touch. Her gentle touch was soft but was rough from either hard work or from being hurt daily. He was not sure which. He puts his kimono back on. He says, "Come we must go to my home. I am not welcome in any village thanks to Kagome."
