"Honestly, I don't see why you're whining so much. I'll listen to you bellyache when you've had to fight a bear or a girl and her panda." Lili's soft expression betrayed that she was merely teasing you about your complaints. Scratchy bandages itched at your hands, she'd done the wrappings herself after you'd finished up your training in the sparring room and begun talking about the stress of everything. Splotches of red sat freckled across the bandages, your knuckles evidently bleeding more than she had begun helping clean the wound. At the moment though, Lili stood with a cup of sweet smelling tea, held in a tea cup that seemed to have been painted with gold streaks and design to hold and extra sense of elegance and grace which seemed to harmonize well with the pale porcelain of her skin as she handed the cup to you. "When you've had to take a couple punches from Jin when he's all feathered up like a goose and with those jagged claws, then I think I'll listen to you complain that something hurts." She seemed to think back to one of her many encounters with him either in professional or fighting atmospheres and pressed a hand to her side as if feeling a bruise or injury that long since faded. After a moment or two she seemed to come back to the present and flashed you an earnest smile. "Just drink up and relax for a while. I think you've given the training dummy enough of a beating for one day."