And without another word, she turns and she's running. Or, well, running as well as she can. She's still stumbling. It's only to be expected, with what her body went through. Even the healing itself was rather taxing on it.

Pain and difficulty didn't matter. All that mattered was sating this hunger before she lost all sense of control.

She didn't ask, didn't slow down, and wouldn't even let Kaito help her because he smelled too good for her right now. All that mattered was getting to the kitchen and she burst through the door and almost fell over from the move. Eventually managing to stumble to the fridge and nearly ripped the door off the hinges.

It didn't matter WHAT it was. Kazuha just grabbed it, ripped open the packing, and started eating.