"You're a fool, you know that?" Law had been scolding you for who knows how long now, tending to your wounds with an displeased expression of annoyance.

"Petty fights are not worth wasting my supplies." As you pout and kick your legs you can't help but notice a shift in tone. While his comment is sarcastic he sounds somewhat caring.

Looking up to him you see a frown clear as day, earning a sigh from your own lips as that familiar pain strikes your chest.