there are creatures in the night to haunt you

Hattori limped towards the straw seating Gin had prepared. He was a prideful man, it was that very notion which had brought him all the way out here. To cut ties with the old and bring on the new. But he was not so terrible to refuse aid when he needed it, he'd done it once before and to do so again did not unsettle the Kaicho. It was simply the way of things, how life would operate within the clan.

"If you would not mind." He told her, as he leaned back onto his haunches, finally taking the weight off his front paw.

To his credit he did not wince or hiss in pain. Not out of a misguided attempt at stoic masculinity, rather such a reaction was alien to him, like forcing out words in the common tongue after speaking his native language for so long. It simply wasn't in his nature to show weakness, it had been beaten out of him from a young age and he felt himself receding into old habits. Like history was repeating itself all over again.

"I have kept it clean." To the best of his ability, which was to say he'd done the bare minimum to ensure his whole leg wasn't going to go septic.