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Kagome pulled the straps off her bra down, focusing sullenly on the ground. How was she getting into these situations? Granted this wasn't something like… that, but she hadn't anticipated being half undressed in front of the arrogant kitsune. Embarrassed and vulnerable, she pouted.
Youko made a disparaging noise behind her, and her back went taut when she felt his claw-tips graze across her skin. Feeling the intensity of his eyes on her back, she wanted to squirm.
"Your wounds are getting infected."
Not surprising. Her supplies in her first aid kit was getting low and she'd run out of antiseptic. Prepared to put her shirt back on, she reiterated, "I'll be fine. I'm sure I could find some herbs to make a salve—"
"Come," he interrupted her. Grabbing her backpack, he sauntered away.