[Takehara Momo]

"Just be safe. Some wounds can't be mend." Momo would state as her final words of caution unable to really will herself to be authority. She wasn't a long standing chuunin, so she still was only recently made of a higher rank. Genin seemed to close to a position she fully understood, to be guided and to have that almost net of safety. Though hers was different and looking at his state, he likely didn't have that full coverage others seemed to past the academy.

Rough housing though wasn't the most tolerated social behavior in her village, so she was all the more accepting these matters should remain unspoken. He was living a risk and she understood being a living risk all to well. He'd catch her actions as swift and nonchalant as she'd been. It was however a question she felt more need to answer than her horns, they'd never get rid of her horns, but they could get rid of her pills. Without those, then question of the horns really becomes important.

"They're a special sedative, I need to take." She'd explain with no pleasure. "I need them to live." It wasn't the truth, but if she went without them. It would certainly end in a mistake that would lead to her demise, so the words came out truthfully. They hurt to speak knowing their full intention, but it was best others looked out for her too. Stop a slight of hand stealing or perhaps if bumped out of her medical bag, it'd be more promptly watched and returned.

"It's okay. Kindness is it's own reward." She'd insist that he didn't to repay her, as she'd take the killed deer by it's antler. Proceeding to drag it behind her with one hand, as her other hoovered by Taro waiting to support or possibly catch them. "We can walk together." She'd retort to the notion of him following her, as she wouldn't want him tailing behind her out of sight. He was still her patient in her medical mindset and certainly took precedence over the kill. However she had needed something from the animal and was confident she had the strength to pull it back on their trip.

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Words. -- Tags. Gima Taro Notes. Notes go here wheee and you can get as long or as short as you want because it doesn't matter. And do you wanna know why that is? Is it because you think this scrolls? Well you'd be right. It does scroll. Pat yourself on the back my good man. You are smart. Smart little man.

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[Gima Taro]

The way she said that line about healing... It had a lot of weight to it, didn't it? Taro wasn't sure what Momo meant by it, but he knew when and where to take something seriously. The lack of authority didn't quite matter to Taro- As it stood, she wasn't very intimidating in the first place, but more so he trusted her and her intuition based on the feats and actions performed by her- In this case, healing and helping Taro up.

Taking the blow for him would be helpful as well. When she brought up her sedatives, his eyes glanced up to the sky for a moment. There was so much deeper meaning behind that. He stared, rain falling on his face, though he said nothing, simply nodding at her as he watched her drag the deer behind her. Sheesh, she really was strong. She could probably carry Taro like a handheld weight. The idea was both frightening and comforting- Mostly because he was glad he had her on his side.

Regardless, he took comfort under her side, propped up slightly as they walked. She was impressively strong, tough like an ox. Must have had something to do with her horns. It felt... Odd, walking together, but in a good way. He felt like...

Taro felt like things might actually be okay. He... Wanted to be Momo's friend. He sort of hoped she felt the same. In response to all of this though, as they began their long walk home, he had only one real question...

"...So what's a sedative?" ...Ah, the farm child at heart.