[ He looks down at the arm too. It isn't actually horribly injured, beyond the superficial half-healed bumps and bruises everywhere. But the wound that's been bandaged starts at his shoulder before snaking halfway down his back, and he's supposed to keep it immobilized, so– sling. He hates it. His right hand flexes irritably, tired of being useless. ]

I know. I made the decision not to pursue a magical cure. If push comes to shove– that is, when this place gets dangerous again, if I'm still too unhealed to be of any use I'll ask Venat-san to help.

[ It would be impossible to explain his logic behind this to anyone but Akechi. It hardly even made sense when Maruki told him.

He shrugs his good shoulder and grins at her. ]

You really came to see me? That was very kind of you.