[Patients tensing up under her touch isn’t exactly anything new to Gavial, so she just continues her work with a look of light concentration there on her face.]

It’s not great, but if it’d been anything real serious, I’m willing to bet you wouldn’t be walking around too much unless you got one hell of a pain tolerance.

[Which… she kind of doubts, no offense Atsumu. During the last occasion they had to talk about their respective homes, he’d made his sound like a pretty quiet and cozy place, so it doesn’t seem to her like something he would have had much chance to really build up a tolerance for.

She slows in her work for just a moment, glancing up at him. And suddenly she’s once again feeling bad for getting waylaid in Springstar for as long as she did after the assassination. It’s not like she could have stopped the damn building from exploding, but… who knows, maybe there had been something more she could have done.]

…I really didn’t think they’d be so quick to punch back after our strike at ‘em, y’know?

[Her attention moves more squarely back to his leg again as she speaks, hands moving in a slow and steady path down along his injuries.]