Haku smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine, you're healing," he said. "Don't think further on it. As I said, I am to blame for my own injuries."

Haku hadn't missed Zabuza-san's entrance and a flash of pain that had nothing to do with his ribs lanced across his chest. He worked hard to pretend like he wasn't looking, though they both knew he was. He looked down at his untouched bowl of soup and, deciding that it was better to eat at least a bit than be unable to explain to his Master yet again why he wasn't eating, Haku took a spoonful and began to eat slowly.