He feels the muscle knit back together quickly, taking only a matter of minutes before it's as if he'd never been harmed. There are no marks in his palms when he lifts them and he knows- he knows - that he's a lot better at healing now but that doesn't change the fact that it's wrong and shouldn't be happening and it's not how it works and his nails extend into claws and he drags them over what should be fragile skin and it's something- enough.
The whine softens even as his wounds heal up. The pain centers him just enough to hear footsteps coming towards the room he is in and he latches onto that.
Kurogane. He thinks, bitter with it as he attempts a smile on his face which is wrong in so many more ways than it ever used to be.
Fai goes to fold his arms then pulls away, nausea curling in his stomach.
His hands drop to the bed, nails digging into the flesh of his hands in cuts which will heal too quickly. It helps a little, enough that he can let his claws recede and push himself over to the edge of the bed and to his feet.
Standing feels different too and he doesn't like it but Kurogane is in the doorway, face at stoic as ever.
Fai uncurls his fists, pulling a smile he doesn't mean onto his face.
"Good morning, Kurogane-san." He says, eyes closed.
The pain in the ninja's expression before it changes to guilt and resignation is satisfying enough that he feels momentarily almost alright even despite the voice being not his.
"Don't move." The man says in response, fist clenching around the fabric in his hand. It's one of the acid-resistant cloaks from this world.
"I'm not going to run anywhere." Fai says, that feeling of rightness welling again as Kurogane clenches his teeth and throws the cloak at him. It lands in a second covering over his empty eye socket which he doesn't bother to dodge.
"Don't move around yet." Kurogane commands, seeming to want to say more even as he starts to walk away.
Fai pulls the cloak from his head, folding it idly and setting it beside him on the bed as he stands.
"Fai." Whispers a small voice.
The man snaps his gaze to Mokona who sits nervously on the ground a little way from him.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Mokona-chan." He says softly, smiling sadly.
Mokona hops up to him and Fai catches them, feeling their weight and warmth in his hands which hasn't changed.
"Mokona was so worried about Fai-san! Everyone was! We're all really glad you're okay!" The small creature sniffles as Fai sits down, placing Mokona in his lap.
"Thank you, Mokona-san." He responds, running his fingers through Mokona's fur and feeling himself relax slowly as he focuses on the sensation of Mokona under his palms.