All had been going well. Sech's wrist was fixed, Kibitoshin had been pulled out of a blue funk, and now he was going to prove just how helpful he was all over again.

Then suddenly Sechs dropped his trousers and Kibitoshin literally (and liberally) choked on his own enthusiasm then and there. "S-Sechs!" He leapt to his feet, flushed a glowing shade of pink for his embarrassment. "You can't just-! I mean-!" Well, actually, he corrected himself silently, he can just, since he just did. He tried again. "It's immodest!"

Did... androids even have any concept of modesty? The question quite confounded Kibitoshin, and for a moment he simply frowned into space, altogether forgetting to be outraged. I guess if they're not human they might not- No! He had to focus!

Giving Sechs his best masterly-scolding-teacher look (the one he, ironically enough, usually saved for his Ancestor), he sighed and tried to put a more clinical spin on the situation. Well, at least he could see the staples more clearly. And at least Sech's was wearing underwear. Even in spite of the fact that he was still blushing like a maiden on her wedding night, he cleared his throat officiously. "I think you should take off the gau-"

Oh.

Ouch.

Watching the gauze rip away was like watching an extremely large band-aid being torn off of someone's skin, but Sechs didn't even wince. Think positively. The cut wasn't too messy, even in spite of its depth and splinters and crust of blood. "I think," he said, "I should be able to do something. Hold on."

With that, Kibitoshin dropped down on one knee next to Sechs and put his hands on the cut- gingerly, so as not to hurt Sechs and so as not to have to touch too much of the blood. With one last, "Here goes..." he closed his eyes, concentrated, and allowed his hands and Sech's leg to become enveloped in glowing golden warmth.