In the aftermath of discovering you all wounded, Oda promptly guided you back to his home and tended to your wounds, employing utmost precision in disinfecting and treating them. He proceeded to wrap you up in bandages, to the point you almost resembled a mummy. In spite of it not being a particularly pleasant experience, Oda's hands glided deftly across your skin, his gaze not meeting yours as he began to speak,

“The foolish may often stand fearful in the face of happiness, which ultimately prompts them to engage in reckless behavior, rather than take a chance to escape their misery. I can't help but wonder if this is the reason you're so keen on endangering yourself during missions." his voice struck through the hush, his tone remaining as impassive as ever despite the subtle signs of concentration his features betrayed; a line descended over his brow and his lips puckered modestly.