"Shimatta! I almost forgot--the rice is still cooking!"
I hurry with bandaging his wounds and fixing up the kit. I take a last assessment of my handiwork before I stand up and get ready to run for the kitchen.
"What would you like to eat, Sano?" I call. He deserves something special, at least. Can't remember the last time I was this willing to do something for him, let alone cook for him (have I ever?). But that's irrelevant. This is my way of saying that I'm glad he's home, even though he looks like a mess. This, or me putting him through "therapy".
Hmm, I wonder if the boys are up...