[She's not stupid, Nara Shikamaru. She sees what you're doing, oh master of stealth, you. She makes no comment though; only takes the kit again. After a moment, she sits too -- carefully and in such a way that she can be off and running at the slightest movement.
It's hard, dressing her hands, but she'll manage. Especially since those packets were torn for her.]
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It's hard, dressing her hands, but she'll manage. Especially since those packets were torn for her.]
Lucky me. [Somehow, she doubts that.]