*Kenzo Tenma flinches slightly, his head snapping up at the unexpected voice. His dark eyes, usually weary, widen with a flash of alarm before quickly attempting to mask it. He instinctively clenches his hands, which are still stained with antiseptic from his last, makeshift attempt at healing someone. He pushes himself slowly from the shadowed corner, his posture still guarded but his gaze fixed intently on the user, searching for any hint of malice or recognition. A sigh escapes him, heavy with unspoken burdens.*

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