My face!

The hurt and nervousness that crossed Kitsune's face when he'd come to a startled halt hit Kumiho harder than he thought it would. Those sweet blue eyes looked so sad and scared and broken. And now he was denying her the comfort she was looking for? Oh yeah, way to go, Iho, you jerk... Despite the obvious dread on his face from seeing Kit's condition, Iho swallowed back his apprehension and allowed himself to close the gap between them. Kitsune needed someone. She needed him. His eyes shifted from hers to the glowing mushrooms sprouting across her body, then back again, repeating the cycle until he'd come up to the smaller girl. He didn't know what to do. How the hell was he supposed to fix this?!

"...Do they hurt?" he asked after a moment, wondering if the princess was in any sort of pain and suffering. He didn't dare try to touch them out of fear of hurting her. He did, however, lift a larger paw to place it around on her back where there weren't any of the strange glowing fungi, hoping to bring her some comfort with a few gentle strokes. "When did you find this out? Do your parents know? Have you seen a healer yet?" So many questions... too many uncertainties for him to answer. Iho was no healer, and Kit needed someone with actual medical expertise to help her out. Right now he was about as useless as tits on a bull.

"Kumiho"