“Itai. Itai. Itai!“
The white mouth only clamped down harder on the tail of fiery red hair. :Yell all you want. I’m not letting go.:
:You. Are. Seeing. A Healer!:
“Sessha doesn’t need a Healer,” Himura Kenshin muttered, making his impeded way to Gensai-isha’s examining table.
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that, young man.” The gray-haired Healer smiled professionally, pulling back Himura’s bloodied red gi. “This would be easier if you took your teeth off him, Companion-”
:Sanosuke,: the white creature in the shape of a horse filled in. :And he Fetches. If I let go, he’d be gone.:
“Fetching, hmm?” Gensai Ogumi didn’t turn a hair as he started cleaning the wound in Kenshin’s shoulder. “I should have guessed. And you must be quite good at it; Ayame and Suzume said you had that little cat out of the gutter in an instant yesterday, and Kaoru says living things are the hardest to move….” Brown eyes softened at his patient’s silence. “It’s all right, Himura. This is Valdemar, not Edo. No one fears the Gifted here. Although I think you should let young Kaoru introduce you to some Heralds-”
“Gensai-sensei.” Kenshin shook his head, mindful of the large teeth gripping the ends of his hair. “Sessha doesn’t want to be noticed, that I do not.”
:A little late for that,: Sanosuke put in.
“Sessha’s heard you’re not supposed to be talking to strangers,” Kenshin muttered.
:Huh. I’ll BeSpeak who I want. Check him carefully, Healer. This idiot was ground zero at a damn blood-path mage’s Final Strike.: