Arc watched as she coughed, study how she moved with each hawk. It concerned him, as did her explanation for the cause of the violent heaves. "That sounds pretty bad. Are you sick?" He didn' have to be so blunt with his question, but that was how he was. Why beat around the bush when you could just say what's on your mind and be done with it? He collected the materials from her kit, then dug around for something else in his belt.<br/><br/>"You may want to take something now, cause this is probably going to hurt like hell." Arc didn't doubt that she would know what to expect; she seemed to be very intelligent. But still, it felt proper to give her fair warning. Carefully he scooted closer and put his hand on her shoulder, pushing firmly so she would lay back. "I will try to be quick but still do a good job. Lift up your shirt and hold the light if you would be so kind. Or you can just take your shirt off, since you'e seen me without pants." He winked playfully, still hoping to keep things loose while he performed the suturing.