Minato came in from the next room, where he had been treated for his own injuries. A sling cradling his right arm--reopened and aggravated wound from another mission--was the most visible, but he had other bandages and wraps for the more recent minor scrapes and bruises. Even with his worry for his partner, he didn't forget to smile when he saw her.

"Hey." He gave the simple greeting as he pulled up the visitor's folding chair and gently nudged away a mechanical arm on the floor. Once seated, the back of his palm rested on her forehead. He wasn't testing for fever, though, but for wavelength. The last time he'd seen her... well, it was out of his or her control.