At least the medic was nice. Barnaby was still rather sour about having to see one at all, but he made sure to keep his spirits up and cooperated to the fullest, definitely agreeing about the goddess and his partner turning this into a fuss.

Well, at least he knew it seemed okay to pet Amaterasu, or at least scratch her behind the ears. That was actually kind of adorable. And only a few minutes in, careful hands bandaged his arm told him to be careful. The scars would fade so long as he kept it from getting infected, and everything would be fine. He just needed to take it easy for the rest of the afternoon (which, in Barnaby speak, translated to "the next hour only"). And as long as he didn't move it around too much, he could avoid the need for a splint to keep it still. That worked for him. Once done, Barnaby turned to the two, who seemed to have occupied themselves with conversation in the meantime. A tiger and a wolf, how fitting.

...Well, he didn't want to interrupt that. So he just glanced away, back at their surroundings and the people around them.