"Fuck!" Hana darted after him when he pulled away, afraid he might hurt himself...or Tobin, who was standing wide eyed in the hall that led back to their rooms.
The kitsune barely managed to get to him in time to keep his head from cracking against the floor. She sighed and shifted her grip to hold him a little awkwardly against her chest, hefting his weight with a grunt as she got to her feet and shuffled him into one of the two empty chairs.
"Da, go back to bed," she murmured, glancing toward the hermit. Blood stained her hair, face, kimono. Her eyes were dull. "I'll take care of this."
Tobin hesitated, then nodded slightly and turned to shuffle back to his room. With a sigh, Hana got to work cleaning up.
She dragged the dead bandit outside and burned him quickly, foxfire eating away at his form faster than a natural flame ever could. The living robbed was bound by the hands and feet and dragged out into the woods, left near a trail. If and when he managed to free himself, hopefully someone would be along to find him. Either he'd be arrested, rescued, or...she didn't know. She didn't have the mind space to think about it.
Cleaning the blood out of the cottage honestly was the most trying part. She had to control her fire very carefully, burning the blood away while leaving the walls and floor untouched.
Finally, she turned to Lowen. With a soft sigh, she heated a bucket of water and lugged it over to settle beside him, taking his bloodstained hand and starting to clean it with a scrap of cloth, dipped repeatedly into the water in an attempt to clean the blood.