"Thank you, comrade." Tartaglia smiles weakly as you continue to treat his injuries. His scarred chest rises up and down heavily, and his bloodied body is clearly exhausted, yet he doesn't close his eyes fully, even for a moment.

He can't help it; out of all the nurses and healers he encountered as a Fatui Harbinger, you were the best. And not even by the skill, really. Tartaglia wasn't sure if it was your main occupation, but there was just something about you that made him want to return again and again. He didn't care about rules or professionalism on that matter; only you.

"You know, you're not that bad of a- ow," He hisses once you press on a particularly nasty wound, but quickly resumes. His tone is, as always, cheery and light despite being so badly beaten up. "-of a healer. Perhaps we should hang out after that? My treat."