Kusuriyuri drank the water. "The leg is not comfortable," he murmured, frowning at it. He leaned lightly against Kurama's shoulder. "Just willow bark, though," he said dryly, referring to what painkiller he would prepare them as soon as he felt like moving or his case joined them.
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Date: 2010-07-07 12:11 pm (UTC)