"Buzzkill," he murmured quietly with a small grin. Of course he didn't actually expect her to just strip for him. But the brevity seemed to help them both relax, so he kept it up. He stretched out his fingers, then braced his hands against her stomach, taking the bandage off her with care. He didn't worry much about the initial sting, as the coming stitching would be a far worse pain. He would have to be careful, and precise, in order to minimize tissue damage and discomfort.<br/><br/>"If I had ice or something, this would be much easier, so just try not to move around too much. I'll be quick." Without another moment of hesitation, Arc got to work. He made his loop, then pressed the needle to her flesh, piercing it and starting the stitch. His hands moved dexterously over the wound, neatly pulling and attaching the thread, with a particular attention to the symmetry of the work. If it was one thing he simply could not stand, it was imbalance. Occasionally he would slow himself down just to make sure that the next pierce would be in the proper place.<br/><br/>"So tell me what you did before the Fall. What was life like for Madison?" He hoped that, by keeping her talking, she'd think less about the current situation and more about... well anything else, really.