[ badou gives himself another once over. feels the strength returned enough in his torso and limbs that he can muster sitting himself up without feeling like the world was tipping over on itself. he can even lift a hand to pat himself down in mute wonder.

it prompts a crooked grin to crack across his lips. ]

What? Nah, this is fine. [ he lifts another hand to give her a thumbs-up. ] Been let outta the hospital with wounds worse than this. You patched me up real good, lil' lady. Thanks.