Sesshoumaru nodded, a very small gesture, and then walked forwards again. His stance seemed as casual as ever, for all that he was focusing on her very intently now, with all his senses trained on her. He could hear her breath and heartbeat and the small sounds that her shoes made on the wet floor as she moved, he could smell her uncertainty, and as she stood uncertainly in the light of the flashlight he was holding, he'd be able to see if she moved too quickly. He had no intention of being cut again.
He picked up his flashlight when he came back to the drawer and slid it away, then carefully reached into the drawer again. When his hand came back out he was holding a paring knife by its short blade. His eyes flicked over to his companion as he held it out for her. After waiting for her to take it he reached in for the final knife. After a moment of thoughtful silence he slid this under his belt, as he might carry a sword. The handle and a belt loop caught it, keeping it as secure as was likely possible at the moment, and then moved for the closest door.
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He picked up his flashlight when he came back to the drawer and slid it away, then carefully reached into the drawer again. When his hand came back out he was holding a paring knife by its short blade. His eyes flicked over to his companion as he held it out for her. After waiting for her to take it he reached in for the final knife. After a moment of thoughtful silence he slid this under his belt, as he might carry a sword. The handle and a belt loop caught it, keeping it as secure as was likely possible at the moment, and then moved for the closest door.
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