Hanami blushed slightly when Kaede came to rest beside her patients with her clothes sticking to her curvy figure. Averting her eyes and sighing, a smile crept on her lips as Mizuki and Asuka's eyes fluttered open. It worked! She was glad to see her comrades in much better condition than before. Her work was still incomplete though, the little warrior still needed tending to, and the demon slayer had just come over, looking very...unwell? Reluctantly, she looked back to Kaede when she heard her stressed breathing. She made a note to check on her later, but then reconsidered when the half-demon woke up and started scolding Kushiami. 

"We're fine, Princess. You shouldn't worry so much." Smiling, she unlatched the bag hanging from her quiver that Obaa-san had given her earlier. It was still mostly full, save for a few of the items that had fallen out during their battle. Hanami set it down beside Mizuki, feeling much lighter on her feet even while sitting. 

"Ladies, enjoy yourselves. I will be back soon." She got up from the ground, feeling slightly light headed and wobbling just a bit. Perhaps she had pushed herself too far? 

Better not to complain, it's just a scratch.[i]Wrong.[/i] She touched the line of dried blood where she had been cut earlier, but then stopped when Yuki and Akane sent insults their way. She sent suspicious looks their way in response. [i]They hadn't even done anything useful to be talking that way...[/i] Exhaling deeply, she apologized to herself for thinking unfriendly thoughts and continued on her way.

"Hiryuu-san?" She greeted with a warm smile as she knelt down beside her, looking over her wound again before pulling out some bandages. She gently took the woman's tiny arm into her lap, and began bandaging it up... in whatever way Kouko thought was the proper way. "All done." She wiped her forehead, which was unnaturally hot and a little moist. "You did a pretty good job on your own." Feeling short of breath, and her vision blurring. "I'm... impressed..." 

Hanami looked in her medicine satchel for... something to help, but when she found it, she collapsed into the stream, clutching the small vial in her balled hands. Had she died? No. She had been poisoned.