Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping...
Kikyou, still shaken up by the hanyou attacking the village, smiled softly at Kagome. She was stunned the hanyou had referred to Kagome as her sister, and felt bad for his cruel remarks towards the girl. "You should get some rest. Feel free to use my hut if you like. I am going to go for a walk, I can't sleep after that."
She bowed politely as she headed off towards the woods. Kikyou walked a familiar and well worn path, not watching where she was heading as she let her instincts take over. After a little while, she thought she smelled stale smoke, and headed in the direction that seemed to be ripe with burning wood.
As she walked, Kikyou kept an eye out for anyone who might have been injured. She could tell the fire was rather recent, and hoped and prayed that everyone had made it out okay. She thought she noticed a foot, and walked towards it, afraid of what she would find.
Her hand was already fumbling in her herb pouch as she reached the head of the burnt man. Carefully brushing his hair out of his face, her breath caught in her throat at the extent of his damage. She checked to see if he was still breathing, already working on a salve to help with his burns. She knew she must help this man, but was unsure of how she would move him to someplace safer. Still, for now, she was more concerned with keeping him alive.
She bowed politely as she headed off towards the woods. Kikyou walked a familiar and well worn path, not watching where she was heading as she let her instincts take over. After a little while, she thought she smelled stale smoke, and headed in the direction that seemed to be ripe with burning wood.
As she walked, Kikyou kept an eye out for anyone who might have been injured. She could tell the fire was rather recent, and hoped and prayed that everyone had made it out okay. She thought she noticed a foot, and walked towards it, afraid of what she would find.
Her hand was already fumbling in her herb pouch as she reached the head of the burnt man. Carefully brushing his hair out of his face, her breath caught in her throat at the extent of his damage. She checked to see if he was still breathing, already working on a salve to help with his burns. She knew she must help this man, but was unsure of how she would move him to someplace safer. Still, for now, she was more concerned with keeping him alive.