Heiji looked at the wound, frowning a little at the puckered appearance of the wound. Fifteen stitches. Being a human really was inconvenient, if not outright dangerous. Not that he was a stranger to grievous bodily harm, but at least he healed quickly. "You could probably get one of them witch doctors to look at it for ya." Assuming Faolan had the funds, of course. He couldn't do much about it himself, since he didn't know Faolan very well.

"Kind of a twist of fate, huh? Considering your name and all." Which had actually been unusual enough that Heiji had looked it up, wondering if Faolan had some Chinese ancestry. Nope, apparently a perfectly good Irish name.

"Me, I'm survivin'. It affects me, too, so I'll be glad when all this is over." What was the big deal about a big white deer, anyhow? Not much, in Heiji's opinion.