[He kneels in front of her, flexing the fingers of one of his hands as he collects some power there. This, like some of his other, more potent abilities, runs on his emotions, so he's got to make sure he thinks good thoughts.

It's easy to do with Ryoko around.]

...We'll clear up the bruises first. I'm pretty good at those, and it should help with the pain.

[Much as he'd like to tackle that tremendous, awful laceration, he'll work his way up to it. He carefully presses a hand against her ribcage; even with the bandages and now her pajama top, he can remember the awful, vague shape of them, and the entire miserable rainbow of colors her skin had turned as a result. Though the bruising travels further up her chest, he's not going to start there.]

...Do you want me to do all of 'em, or...I can try your arm next instead.

[The least he can do in this situation is ask what she's comfortable with.]