He shrugged, keeping his hands where the other could see them. "Simply because I do, Kuronue. For as long as I've known you, I've trusted you. It just felt like I should, so I have."

He could smell the blood; it filled the area with the faint copper scent. It was all Kurama could do to keep still, not frantically search for the source. Sudden movements would only serve to frighten him, possibly make the injury worse than it was.

"She won't come back for a while," he said absently. "If at all. If she really could kill you, she would have done so by now. She would have killed everyone else she's stolen memories from. There's little sense in wounding your prey and coming back for it so much later. Too high a chance of the victim recovering or relocating to a safe area."