"Hold still," Nai grunts as he - once again - finds himself tending to your wounds. For a human, you always managed to get hurt. The outlaw would be lying to say he did not feel the least bit guilty for every new scar you earned since becoming his traveling companion. And it's my fault, isn't it? He chases the thought away as quickly as it comes, focusing on the task at hand, making sure to be the least bit gentle for your sake, "You'll make it worse." Or more annoying.