[ This is... so very much like him, though she can't help but frown slightly at the blood-stained and torn clothes draped over a chair. It's a reminder, and one she can't help but feel slightly bad about, even if she knows avoiding injury altogether was going to be next to impossible.

Well, he's... improving, if nothing else, so Mercedes smiles back and perches on the side of the bed. ]

How about this, then? We can do a quick round of healing to ease some of that ache, and spend some time in the kitchen together. If you're up for it after eating something, Dante did finally tell me what pepperoni was.