At least he hadn't said anything at all about her not having the strength to help. She leaned the katana awkwardly against one shoulder--it was nearly as long as she was!--and glowered people out of their path. Behind her, she could hear Kuromaru mumble something ("fleabit tusks 'r always a problem," she thought) but he didn't come any further awake than that.

Not being able to carry her own familiar was more than annoying, it was slightly embarrassing. Of course, watching Hayate and his clones nearly weave down the street was almost worth it, and she figured he'd be embarrassed about that, so all was fair again.

It didn't take long for the hospital to come into view, and she turned with relief--the katana was starting to feel heavy, though she'd be pus-infected before she said so--and grinned at the young men. "Almost there. I owe you food or something now. Thanks."