Shit, cats! was the first thought Daishira consciously thought. He would have shuffled away, if not for the dying pain in his leg. It was not that bad, compared to earlier. But how long ago was earlier? He was badly disorientated. When Kai walked in, she bore a few scratches on her face, and this indicated that it was not that long ago. Probably in the same day. She had saved me...
Daishira was too weak to speak more than a few words at a time. Pain and tiredness contributed to this. The food next to him smelled nice at least, if only he had the appetite. Despite Kai looking rather messy, Daishira still thought she looked nice. Even lovely. A messy Kai was a different Kai, she looked good from another perspective. As she kneeled down beside him, he said weakly, "What happened?"