Mothra: godzilla, you know what I tell you, don’t keep rushing into a fight without a plan. Sometimes brute force isn’t gonna work. Now look at you.

she sighs as she puts a bag of ice over his head, licking blood off his cheek

Mothra: please just relax, let me be the one getting their hands dirty. I don’t want you getting up for a few days, you need bed rest and care

she patches up his marks with silk before nuzzling his neck