"I'll try not to," he responded. Feeling her small fingers touch near his open wounds made him flinch and shudder quite a bit. He's never felt so sore and weak in his life that the task of pulling off his shirt was almost a chore in itself. It was only so much before he was groaning in pain, letting the top fall limp around the tie of his hakama. "So are you the only one in the shrine or are the others out?" he tried to become familiar with the other.