[She notices how he favors the ankle, but she'll cross that bridge when she comes to it. Kaneda can probably hear the audible intake of air when she sees just how bad the damage is to his back, though she tries to keep his spirits up and her tone light.] Ah, it's-- it isn't the worst I've seen, I promise. It won't be a problem, so please just hold still?
[She steps forward, and he can soon feel the touch of slender, long fingers against his back. There's pressure against the wounds, even the sensation of her pulling the debris out, but despite momentary pain the hurt dulls rapidly in each wound she touches until it's gone in under a minute.
If someone were watching, there would be a brief touch of light every time her fingers find one of his wounds, but of course it's behind him, and he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head.] How... does it feel now?
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[She steps forward, and he can soon feel the touch of slender, long fingers against his back. There's pressure against the wounds, even the sensation of her pulling the debris out, but despite momentary pain the hurt dulls rapidly in each wound she touches until it's gone in under a minute.
If someone were watching, there would be a brief touch of light every time her fingers find one of his wounds, but of course it's behind him, and he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head.] How... does it feel now?
[She may sound slightly winded.]