Sayuri gave a nod of understanding. She could see how having a magically powerful slave could be a problem. She would wait for Kenshin to breach the topic with the other girl's master before speaking with her.
Sayuri followed obediently. She was used to commands and so far, he was much kinder than her own husband had been. When he bit his wrist, she didn't even flinch, instead she lapped lightly at the blood, feeling the flush of magic as it flooded her system, healing bones and muscle, bringing back vitality.