Taiga looked down at the medical supplies, deep in thought. He listened to Mashi swallow, and reached out and touched him. "I'm not hurt, you know," he told him, with surprising gentleness. "This isn't even the top 100 worst events in my life. Rest easy, Captain. There's no need for guilt. My stabbing you hurt worse."<br/><br/>He sifted through the medical supplies. He took out two ibuprofen and downed them without water. He found some topical antibiotics and slid his finger coated with them inside of himself. That done, he stood with a wince and walked outside, stopping in the bathroom to examine his new scar, before ducking into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water. He followed the logic of the building and found the onsen, forgoing the shower since Mashi had said the hot water wasn't working.<br/><br/>He slid into the hot spring, which was like being enveloped in warm cotton. It would make the inflammation worse. Usually an onsen was the last place you went with wounds. He may become infected.<br/><br/>But he couldn't move himself to care. Despite what he said, there was a form of ice under his skin. It might have been the rape. More likely it was the traumatic memories of Mashi's brother.<br/><br/>He looked out at the trees. Dusk was gathering.<br/><br/>"Do you have any sake," he called in to Mashi. "Join me out here."