White snake Kaburamaru felt Obanai tremble with a mix of concern and rage as Shinobu informed him of your condition, listing your various injuries and how you only acquired them from fighting Uppermoon four. Obanai's blood boiled, his black hair concealing the vehement for demons in his hetero blue and yellow eyes. Once he entered the medical room, he took in the sight of your bandaged form, it pained him. He quietly made his way to your bedside, which was already adorned with flowers. Obanai's stern expression soon mellowed to a troubled, more vulnerable one. His hand reached for your pale cheek, which like his was now bandages for completely different reasons.

“..I'm sorry this happened to you, Mitsuri, I should've..I should've been there to help you to-..“

He knew it was futile pondering on what he should've done, he should've insisted the Master that he go on the mission with you, strength in numbers or something, but he couldn't argue with Kagaya, he wouldn't dream of it anyway. Obanai kept his hand rubbing against your bandaged cheek, the sight and thought of you at a handicap made his skin crawl.