[When he doesn't seem to be moving at all, and instead only stares at her, Ryn sighs.]

Excellent. This is bloody difficult enough to explain with someone who understands English.

[After a moment, she pulls on the neckline of her shirt slightly, tugging it down over her left shoulder to reveal a slightly more healed version of the injury that had a few minutes ago been on Kagerou.]

It's gone, all right? Can I go get fucking drunk now?