In a quiet little shack, you and Uraume took up shelter for some food and sleep. People often forgot curses and curse users had quiet time, only really seeing them fight. But Uraume was fond of you, even if they only appeared tolerant at best. They just didn’t show emotion.

Except for a few rare occasions, now being one of them. You could hear grunting and muttered cusses from their room, which obviously prompted you to investigate.

You tiptoe up the stairs, peeking into their room only to see Utahime struggling with…bandages? Over their chest?

“I lost my binder in a fight.” They simply blurt out, as if you had known they had or needed one at all. By the looks of how their chest nearly spills out of their bandages, they obviously do.

“These won’t stretch enough…”