"My," Shinobu muses softly, small, tender hands drawing dainty little circles along your various casts. "Bedridden again, aren't we? What have I said about ignoring my advice?"

Her smile is soft, curved up in a lovely manner, yet there's just the tiniest flicker of frustration and a vein popping at her forehead. "How would you like me to put disinfectant all over your wounds again, so you can decide whether the pain is worth it or not?"

"Or perhaps...," she trails off softly, tying the cloth bandages together with a firm little tchk. "You just wanted to see my face again?"