The wind shifts and Kuro catches the scent of a few more demons in the area. They are still far enough away to not pose a direct threat, but as long as Aoba is on earth, he will never be totally free f the threat of demon attack. [i]'Poor Little Mouse. It's like he's in a cage now. Without me or some powerful priest or another, or even just a guardian angel, he's not going to survive. As a fallen angel, he'll never really die. He'll have to move once in a while to avoid suspicions like I have. It's a tough life, but I hope he is up to the challenge'[/i] Opening his wings for a few seconds he uses them to spread his scent around, making the nearby demons move off a bit, before pulling them inside once more. The action pulls at his shoulder wound, but he ignores it.

At the angels soft call, Kuro does not react right away. He simply smiles to himself in a slightly self satisfied way. [i]'He really does have a strong survival instinct. Either that or he really is afraid of scaring'[/i] With a soft sigh he turns and moves slowly inside. Aoba looks his way and he gives the boy a warm smile to hide his look of satisfaction. He walks over next tot he angel an kneels down at his side. Without a word he takes hold of Aoba's left arm and pushes the sleeve all the way up to his shoulder gently. Looking ti over he spots the few remaining slivers and nods.

“Hold still, this will hurts a bit.” He then begins running his hand down the arm, the opposite direction the slivers entered from. With a little bit of magic he latches on to the bits of wood and pulls them out of the wounds. He doesn't have much finesse so a couple start bleeding, but after dropping the slivers o the floor he does another pass to make them stop bleeding. The wounds seal, the light crackle of his energy making him twitch. [i]'That hurt a bit, but I can't really help that, and I did warn him'[/i] A third swipe of his hand smooths the skin out, minimizing the chance of scaring. [i]'They were all very shallow, so he should come out of this without any marks'[/i] Looking up to Aoba he waits to see what the angel thinks before he moves on.