A THUNDERING CAME INTO HIS HEART ! At the words « not Uchiha » the young Uchiha heir swallowed thickly. Well, wasn’t this what he wanted ? Best continue to treat the boy and not confirm or deny anything. No lie if information was withheld, right ? No harm, no foul.
Madara made quick work of unpacking the cloth, revealing a claypot that kept the roast chicken warm throughout his journey. There was a substantial amount, including stewed vegetables in sesame oil, like cubed carrots and potatoes. He scooped with an accompanying ladle, twice into a small bowl and gently set it infront of Itama’s nose, then he put a small spoon into the boy’s hand. Madara also shook a bamboo bottle beside Itama’s ear, to indicate that there was water as well, then he set it by Itama’s free hand. Hopefully, the food and drink will prove to be a good distraction from the pain and lack of sight. Madara did understand that this must be somewhat frightening for Itama, but he could not help the circumstances.
From serving at the side of Imperial Physicians, Madara knew that the upper torso clothes must first be removed and the wound inspected. However, this was the first time Madara actually tried something like that, so he hesitated for a while before daintily trying to tear the shirt by the hips without aggravating the wound too much. He pursed his lips, observing Itama and made sure the boy ate a good amount before he set a gloved hand on Itama’s shoulder, squeezing gently. Madara had to pull away the freed shirt in order to treat the wound, and he was so very sorry for the ensuing pain.
Itama did his best to coordinate his hand and mouth. It was a bit difficult not to see his food and more often than not, his spoon came up empty or it spilled in the journey. Though, Itama could not complain, he was getting food for the first time in days. Delicious food. This was even better than the fish he was used to eating. Sating his hunger, Itama ate with vigour, comforted by the idea he wouldn't be soon weak of hunger. The sound of bottled water by his ear was a welcomed noise to the otherwise silent...cave. Or so he guessed, it certainly smelled like damp rocks.
While busying himself with filling his stomach, Itama did wonder why his saviour didn't want him to take off his blindfold. A guess that only could pass through a child's brain was that the person—or something—was probably ugly or frightening in appearance and it did not want Itama to be scared.
"Umm, so I am not scared of you, can I take off my blindfolds? It is getting rather tight." It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but Itama hoped his saviour would take pity on him.
Waiting for a response, any response, Itama resumed eating, not wanting to let the food go to waste. He wasn't sure when he would get to eat again and he was taught to wisely make use of all his resources. His ears followed the other's movement, and he noticed him getting behind his back. The pain was throbbing dully now that Itama was distracted by the delicious taste and aroma of stewed vegetables.
With hands at his hips, Itama crossed off the idea that it was some sort of a creature that was helping him. The hands were distinctively human. His thoughts, however, came to halt as his shirt slid against his open wound, sending fresh waves of pain buzzing throughout his body. His arms shook, as he tried to contain in the whimpers that built at the back of his throat.
Itama knew from experience that the person was trying to see the wound, probably to heal it, so he let him take off torn clothes. When the pain subsided a bit, he turned his head to the side. "I don't know if you can use your chakra or not, but if you are low in chakra, you can apply mine," Itama murmured weakly, trying to rile up his chakra like his older brother had taught him and send it to his saviour.