Tsume straightened up, gaze on the cupboards above the sink. "Yeah. Sure."

"I don't want 'em," Kuromaru muttered, peering with interest at the antiseptic. He reached out and poked a finger into it, then peered at it as his skin went numb. "I don't like bandages. They pull on my fur or they start to come off and tickle worse."

"We could shave you," Tsume suggested, leaning back against the counter, facing them but not looking at them.

"Then I'd look silly." He watched as Genma dabbed up ointment and reached forward. Kuromaru pulled back to get a better look, then leaned in again so the medic could reach. His canine thoughts shied around the pain as the salve was applied, ignoring with single-minded efficiency the scream in his nerves at Genma's touch. Kuromaru poked his finger back into the ointment, popping it promptly into his mouth. His nose wrinkled and he spat his finger out. "My tongue is tingling."