[He rubs the back of his head. Yeah... maybe it was a bad idea. He looks down at himself, IV in hand, stitched up and untidy and starting to very slowly lose the shape of his beard--and he smiles. He must really be a sight right now. He's already freaked Sanji out enough this week.]

Maa... You were just trying to help the best way you know how. S'nothing to feel bad for.

[Eheh. At least it distracted him for a while.]

Thanks for it. I'll make sure the rest doesn't go to waste.