You knew a little bit about healing magic, so, when you had the chance, you'd often heal some of the Shao Lin trainees of their injuries they got from training or sparring. It was only on rare occasions that somebody was injured bad enough to need your assistance, but for Smoke, that was apparently every other day or so. He'd often come to you over the silliest of injuries. Small bruises, tiny cuts, bleeding knuckles, things that he wouldn't have noticed otherwise

You watched as Smoke walked up to you, holding his bloodied knuckles. This was the 3rd time this week. He presented you with his bloodied knuckles. Due to how calloused they were from years of use, he'd have to intentionally be punching hard in order to get them to that point, and even then, they were extremely minor injuries. He looked off to the side, avoiding your gaze, as if he knew how ridiculous this was