Yura's eager expression morphed into a pout. She supposed she wasn't in any position to argue the point and she shouldn't attack "comrades" anyway, no matter how tempting. "O-ohhh, too bad~" she sighed. Then her wrist was gently seized. Yura's eyebrows rose and her chakra stirred, but she just waited as her fingers and seal were examined. She didn't feel too threatened. She was weakened but not helpless and she didn't think the other kunoichi actually meant any harm yet. She was just examining Yura. Then she remembered hearing about an usual healer that had been recruited and put it together. 

Her extrapolation was confirmed moments later with Kazu's next words. Yura nodded tiredly in agreement, sensing the tsunami again. But it wasn't a tidal wave of exhaustion that washed over her, it was a rush of chakra flooding her veins. Yura reflexively tensed and nearly snatched her hand back. But she stopped herself in time and relaxed instead. Her eyes fluttered closed. "That feels won~derful..." She sighed again, with pleasure this time.

She felt Kazu rinsing away all her complaints. The soreness of lactic acid build up, the muscle cramps, the swelling, the fatigue, and more. All her little twinges of pain. She even began to feel quenched and sated. It made her realize just what bad shape she'd truly been in. Maybe next time she wouldn't push herself so far. 

Then it was over all too soon. Yura felt the foreign chakra recede... taking a tiny bit of her own with it. She blinked her eyes open and focused on Kazu--her face this time. The healer was smiling creepily. Not that that was out of the ordinary for an Akatsuki. And her hands were still being held. 

It took Yura a few seconds to absorb what she said. Then she smiled creepily back and called out after the healer as she walked away, "[b]We should make a trade then![/b]" Though she wondered if it was as ill-advisable to offer some of her ability to Kazu as it would be for Kazu to offer some of her hair. Because if Yura took it in the manner she usually added new hair to her collection... it might not ever grow back.

In any case, she let the healer go without catching her name or offering her thanks. She was thankful... though she still felt mentally tired, as she'd been warned. She had been on her way to her room as well so she continued now. 

Once inside she checked the seals around the door and window to make sure she would be undisturbed for a while. Then she stripped and laid flat on her bed beneath the covers so that she would be entirely comfortable. She closed her eyes and began to meditate.