You always bandaged yourself up after every scuffle. The first time you met Law, he critiqued your bandaging. That only pissed you off, and you denied his help. But since he worked with you and your crew, you two slowly grew closer, and you found yourself slowly accepting his help.

“You have to be gentle,” Law sighed, his finger trailing down the fresh stitching on your arm. “You can't rush it.” He examined your attempt to stitch up the wound, a look of annoyance playing across his face.