When she was younger, she used to consider the skill of first-aid a weak thing to know/do. After all, it was only necessary for people weak enough to get injured in the first place, wasn't it? It hadn't occurred to her until she was older that medical care was just another way of survival. If your own body had not provided you with the means to succeed, then making your own methods was simply that much more admirable.

It was a feeling she was coming to appreciate more and more these days, undoubtedly because of her boss- Lelouch and his retinue. While she still didn't care much for CC, she could at least appreciate the others who were extraordinary human beings. Even if what they were striving for was ultimately their own destruction.

When the dressing was done, she just as wordlessly slid her arms into the sleeves, wincing slightly but otherwise managing the task. All the while debating a note of gratefulness. Did this man who was weakening her deserve it? Did she?