"Right," Kotarou watched her with the kiwi for a bit, expression drawing into a determined scowl from his previous fear. This place was really rich, and maybe they'd treat anyone who got sick, like any decent master or owner. Ichi was strong, and willing to fight. They'd want her alive.

And Huashi was looking upset, which meant he in turn felt a little guilty.

"I'll ask her today!" He took a gulp of juice with the same resolve, "And tell her to get medicine. She'll listen to me."