A little ouchie

The older they got, the more they were realizing just how much they didn't know. How many creatures were there in the world that they couldn't even begin to comprehend the existence of it all? The stark reality seemed to settle in when they explained to their sister the sort of creature they'd fought. There was so much to learn still. That thought felt particularly heavy these days, but it emboldened them if anything.

Asahi admitted it might require stitches, but nothing more serous. Seiko nodded, trying to relax their shoulders as their sister worked, wincing slightly at the sting of the tincture and then the pressure of the stitches. All bearable though, and nothing worth complaining about.

Were they scared? Seiko considered the question for a moment, watching Asahi packing up her supplies. "Not really," they admitted, not trying to sound brave, but merely being honest. "She wasn't all that different from wolves I've met. Just had sharper claws," they answered. Surely eventually they'd meet someone who wasn't quite so friendly, who Seiko ought to be a little scared of, but it just hadn't happened yet.