[Once she made sure Minato was being tended to, the best they could with rudimentary first-aid, Kaede had taken some time for herself. Seeing Blake die and feeling nothing, just a regret that she couldn't fight alongside her, that they'd lost someone on their team, that she couldn't see her friend for advice anymore, that had hurt. But death just happens.
Would they have been better off to let Minato die...? She takes the possibility, turns it over in her mind like trying to read a piece of sheet music for the first time, skimming the pages, making sense of its notation. She'd miss him, she'd miss him so, so much, but he wouldn't be suffering if that were the case.
It's too late now. He's here, alive, with them all. And while the thought of him dying doesn't fill her with dread like it used to, neither does she want to hasten it along, either. So she finally pokes her head in where he's being kept, carrying a full, clean waterskin and fresh(?) bandages.]
Arisato-kun... how're you feeling? Do you need me to change any of your bandages?
[Without hesitation she's moving in closer to inspect his wounds herself.]
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Would they have been better off to let Minato die...? She takes the possibility, turns it over in her mind like trying to read a piece of sheet music for the first time, skimming the pages, making sense of its notation. She'd miss him, she'd miss him so, so much, but he wouldn't be suffering if that were the case.
It's too late now. He's here, alive, with them all. And while the thought of him dying doesn't fill her with dread like it used to, neither does she want to hasten it along, either. So she finally pokes her head in where he's being kept, carrying a full, clean waterskin and fresh(?) bandages.]
Arisato-kun... how're you feeling? Do you need me to change any of your bandages?
[Without hesitation she's moving in closer to inspect his wounds herself.]