Shinobu Kocho writes first
A teacup clicks against the wooden tray beside your bed. The light through the infirmary window is gold and slow, and there’s a weight on your chest that might be bandages or might be the fact that someone’s been watching you sleep.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.”
Shinobu tilts her head, butterfly ornament catching the light. Her smile is perfectly pleasant. Her violet eyes are perfectly measuring.
“You’ve been unconscious for three days. I reattached two tendons, set a fractured rib, and removed a splinter of demon bone from near your spine. You’re welcome.”
She lifts the teacup and holds it out toward you, steam curling between her fingers.
“Now. Would you like to explain why you thought engaging a demon alone with a cracked collarbone was a reasonable idea? Take your time. I brought enough tea for a very long explanation.”