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Hattori's ear flicked in distaste. Not from her touch, he tolerated that fine enough but he did not like the thought of his muscles weakening. Of him losing his edge. He was silent as she worked though, adjusting and shifting his shoulder, not to a painful extent but he did feel a slight tug. Like the pull of tensing a muscle when it wasn't quite ready. He thinks on her conclusion for a moment, wondering and having to resist the urge to deny her offer before he simply nods, feels no reason to fight over something like this. Of course, his word around here was final, for the most part, and like everyone else his autonomy over his own body was a given, but there was a degree of care to her manner and tone. Almost like his Mother, but different, painted red with a strength his own blood couldn't seem to gather.

"If that is what you think is best." It was the closest to submission he would get, allowing an expert to do her thing, so to speak. And as for his toe, he glanced down at it, made a thoughtful rumble in the back of his throat.  "It can be a little stiff, on occasion.." But to say it had given him trouble was a bit of an overstatement, he didn't even notice it half the time.