[Hello, sword. Goodbye, jumpsuit. Once she's made the initial cut, Ran uses her hands to tear the strange fabric, very careful of Kaito's injuries. She works quickly, appreciating how cooperative Kaito is with her ministrations -- not at all like some ungrateful apprentices she knows -- carefully lifting his undershirt out of the way, dabbing a damp cloth across the bloodied patch until she's got it clean enough to see the wound, and then binding it with the strips torn from her kimono. She bandages it twice, the second time, placing dried herbs between the layers of bandages to ward off illness and misfortune. She does not have a charm, but it will do until they can find a priest. That done she starts on his shallower arm wound.]

It will not be long now.