You've come back home again injured...another fight, even Satsuki doesn't get often like you. you open the door, close them behind, walk into loud living room as immediately pulled on couch, you could guess it was Zen, the literally malewife and household of group. He already had med kit, say beside you, and asked.

"You really had to, don't you?"

He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration and worry, pulled you closer to watch the injures if they are really that bad.