（ they're in the rubble of one of the worn-down homes. distantly, sounds of the few remaining skirmishes to be had with the mutated crabs echo, but itachi is paying them no mind. the others can handle what is left.
(it is not quite trust in them, but it is not quite anything else later — teamwork is still so tenuous.)
one of the crabs had grabbed him about what he supposes anatomically passes for a dragon's chest. the crack of ribs still rings loud in his ears, the odd scrapes where pincers broke through scales. the pain is negligible, he is considerably more annoyed at having been injured at all. he is slower, without chakra to augment his body.
he watches the doctor as he works, the graceful surety of his hands. finally — ）
You seem to have made friends among the local healers.
（ the bandages and salves are largely local. hydrophobic enough to bear application to underwater wounds. ）
BONES;
(it is not quite trust in them, but it is not quite anything else later — teamwork is still so tenuous.)
one of the crabs had grabbed him about what he supposes anatomically passes for a dragon's chest. the crack of ribs still rings loud in his ears, the odd scrapes where pincers broke through scales. the pain is negligible, he is considerably more annoyed at having been injured at all. he is slower, without chakra to augment his body.
he watches the doctor as he works, the graceful surety of his hands. finally — ）
You seem to have made friends among the local healers.
（ the bandages and salves are largely local. hydrophobic enough to bear application to underwater wounds. ）