[ Tempted to dig her thumbs into the more sensitive parts of Dante's foot, she restrained herself and sniffed, shrugging dismissively. ]

Alas, you get nothing, because you're an utter waste right now. Malnourished and over-strained, you couldn't beat me if I had a handicap, and you don't get to play doctor until you can compete.

[ She nods, sitting back some and taking the towel away without a word, eyes on Dante's face with a smug expression as she wiped the oil from her hands and played at being entirely disinterested. ]