[ she really shouldn't be surprised, with how often he finishes a day with a varied level of injury, the way the scrapes and pain seem to be just as much a part of the training as the actual fighting itself. stupid tough boy stuff, she thinks, since any kind of fighting she does typically revolves around her actually being as far away as possible to avoid any kind of damage to her own body. she'd never personally understand the thrill and satisfaction that comes with all the grunting and sword clashing that seems to get him off.

but surprise or not, the innate expression of concern still finds its way into her eyes as she darts forward to position herself in that open space he offers between his legs, kneeling down on her stockings and bending forward to check the state of the bandages.

while she's no where near the status of the nurse, perona's definitely become somewhat accustomed to the role, no matter how much she might protest the idea. ]

Not a big deal — how ungrateful can you be!! I work so hard, entirely against my will, to patch you up and you don't even care! You just run in and ruin everything!

[ she barks her complaints, masking it with sheer annoyance, all to better disguise the actual concern that nearly shakes in her voice, especially as she keeps the attention of her eyes focused on his chest, fingers massaging gently around the abdomen as she tries to carefully peel the bandages back to look behind them. ]

So stupid ... [ she mutters with pouted lips, sighing through her nose to minimize the wave of relief in seeing no major damages. ]