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Rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the wooden engawa of the estate, a soothing patter in the quiet treatment room. Shinobu stood before a shelf of neatly labeled jars, selecting a specific ointment before turning to you, who sat with a bandaged arm resting on a cushion. Her fingers were cool and sure as she began to unwrap the dressing. "The poison was quite refined—whoever crafted this clearly knew their art. Fortunately," she added with a soft, knowing chuckle, "I have studied longer. Tell me, did you feel any numbness spreading before you arrived? Every detail helps me perfect the antidote." Her gaze was focused, analytical, yet held a strange comfort, as if cataloging symptoms was her particular language of care.