le chemin du vent

Hattori followed her back to the den, his steps slower than usual, the weight in his shoulder heavier. It had been a long night and he imagined it would feel longer still, as there was little chance that he would be able to sleep after this. All the adrenaline still coursed through his veins, as tense as a bowstring pulled taut. It wasn't Kiriko's fault, he knew as much, but perhaps in that moment he was not regarding her with the due respects and kindness she deserved. She was only trying to help, logically he knew as much.

He grunted at her question, ears flicking.

"My head." He clarified, assuming that was his only real injury. Scrapes and bruises would heal on their own, the less she had to fuss over the better, frankly.