Sayuri scowled gently, glancing to Okami from her bathing place. "His name is Kyubi, He's my 'Assistant', if you will. He's a lower level grunt, meant to tend to my needs and wants. And right now, I need you to let go of him so that he can give you some pain killers and take care of any wounds you have." She mutters.<br/><br/>Gently she pulled her shirt up and over her head, throwing it to the side. She didn't seem to care all that much about whether Okami could see her or not. Her back was to him however, not revealing any thing to private, just soft smooth skin and a large bloody bandage wrapped around her waist and lower back.<br/><br/>She seemed to have a knife in her right hand, digging the tip into random wounds within her body. All relatively small, though these were where the shot gun pellets had hit. At first she would hiss softly as she dug the lead balls from inside her skin and muscle, but after a while she didn't even flinch.<br/><br/>"If you're hungry, Kyubi will retrieve what ever it is that you wish for. We can easily summon you any dish you'd like. We serve a wide rang of people, from vegetarians to cannibals." She muttered, not looking to him this time.