My face!

So Kitsune had only just discovered this change in herself... It almost broke Kumiho's heart to hear her scared voice explain how they hurt to mess with, and how she'd only wanted him. "Oh, darling..." he sighed beneath his breath, bringing both paws up to scoop the little wolf closer to him while she leaned her head into his chest. He didn't care if any of the mushrooms touched him now. He wanted to soothe Kit's fears and try to make her feel like everything was going to be okay. It wasn't, of course, and he knew that, but she didn't need hear it. She needed to be held and told everything would be all right. But for all he knew, the mushrooms could be growing into her brain, slowly eating away at her until she succumbed to them. Or they could be in her lungs, gradually choking her to death. He had no way of knowing and he seriously doubted anyone really did.

"You're gonna be okay. You're a princess of the Ashen Empire. Your family has access to the best medical care in the world, and you have your family to keep you safe and help you recover." He looked down at her with a little crooked smile. "And you have a scraggly, scruffy seafarer to keep you company while we get you better too." He didn't want Kit to feel like she was going through this alone. He obviously cared for the wellbeing of the princess—but seeing her in this state just further reaffirmed in his mind his need to get the hell away from this place.

"Kumiho"