She would nibble his fingers after he scratched her ears and eventually stop as he did and relax into the grass for a while. He would sit next to her, making no threatening moves whatsoever and wait for the incoming shitshow. He wondered if she would hate being hit with a water jutsu as he waited. He didin’t know any, but it was curious. Her answer to his question would prompt a silent nod from him. “Good, I didn’t think it would. Let me know when you’re fully coherent alright? I’ll tell you honestly what happened in the apparent gaps in your memory.” He would say simply, as he continued to sit perfectly still otherwise. He would have to trust in his iron skin for what was going to be coming soon. Because when he told her the truth, she’d probably try to wring his fucking neck.
‘Maybe if I survive she’ll want to blow off some steam and come along to kill or maim some bandits. That would be fun, I could even play that game where I tell them to try to hurt me and watch them fail time and time again. That would probably amuse me before I tear those worthless bandits apart.’ He would think to himself as he leaned back on his hands, further putting himself into a bad position to cause his companion harm. If he didn’t look threatening, perhaps she would listen? Yeah right.