“Ah.” the fidgety motion of his fingers that had set back in halts for but a moment once more as he ponders the very befitting phrasing and follows along. What he did to it? His head tilts lightly, faint awe in his expression shored up by a frown. Why, he felt as though under her gaze anything he’d ever said or done laid bare. “ᴵ ˢᵗᵃᵇᵇᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ,” he therefore says truthfully, voice meekly indistinct. The spot had already started to form a fresh layer of skin, however, - hence the itching - which developed well enough until the next time he scraped it back open - hence the utterly excessive wrapping. “—̶—̸—̷— for my shikai’s sake, though…” Or so is the defense that may have proven ineffective on his own captain but was sufficiently honest to be worth another try.
She gives a soft ‘mm’ of thought at he explains himself. So a stab wound - though his fingers twitch as if it itches in its latent healing stage. Or perhaps with inflection or irritation. The bandages perhaps are necessary, even in their excess. He continues on a moment later and she finds herself turning her gaze back to him, to his hand. For the sake of his shikai, he says. The captain wonders for what purpose exactly. The chirp of birds increases as they walk, as the sun rises higher in the sky. They’re only a few more minutes walk from the fourth. She notes to herself to ask him exactly that when they arrive.
“. . . You ought to take after such injuries more faithfully, Kihara-san.” Advice given even if not asked for, as she imparts upon all of those who she tends to. Unohana says no more on the matter, allowing him to take it as he will. “What symptoms are you exhibiting?”
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