[What is she doing. Hakkai's polite smile stays intact as he deposits the tiny ayakashi back on the violet, where it burrows down against a swiftly wilting leaf.
He produces a small flask and opens it, holding it out.]
Please hold your hand out, miss. This should take care of the blight.
[And he has his own blighted fingertips to worry about after that, but he hadn't let it go nearly as deep as she had.]
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He produces a small flask and opens it, holding it out.]
Please hold your hand out, miss. This should take care of the blight.
[And he has his own blighted fingertips to worry about after that, but he hadn't let it go nearly as deep as she had.]