She wasn't quite so terrified or wary of him now, at least, and Itou congratulated himself for achieving that much. He didn't enjoy tension any more than the next person -- it was bad for negotiations or any potential acquaintanceship, really. "You'd be rather disappointed if you were to go to my world expecting beefy brains. I'd say most of them had beefy... elsewheres, instead." Hardly appropriate to indulge in bathroom humor with a lady.

"But I daresay it worked rather well, considering how kind you're being. In your self-sufficient and stubborn way, of course." Another teasing lilt, and he craned his neck down to peer at his own injury. It seemed competently done. Nothing like magical healing, but Itou admittedly preferred methods that he could recognize, and this was as straightforward as medicine went.

"Will it last through another battle?" Itou asked inquiringly, his abdominal muscles cramping from staying still for too long. Probably his muscles softening through the past two months here or something horrific like that. There was a long line of a scar crossing diagonally from his shoulder to his nearly his waist, and he fingered it as he waited for her to patch him up.