Yuri was not viewing him as just another soldier at her side or on her side. In fact oddly enough she was viewing him as a friend more than anything else. She would never openly admit it. She tried to hide what she inwardly felt. Old habits die hard. If she let too many close they were likely to die. Most of the people in the army were Rebel Mutants. However, there was still a great many humans. She wasn't sure how she felt about knowing that come the end of this war. Maybe even a battle. There was a high chance Weston would leave. Or die. She would make sure it wasn't him dying that became the distance provider. For some reason she strongly wanted to make sure this guy had a chance to live as he wanted to live...as a human She was lost in thought for the moment. What if he regretted joining their side. Some of their people died but on a whole their stragetic ways kept nearly all of them alive. They only lost a few people here and there. That is what made them such a force against the Hell Mutants...they didn't die easy. That was what pissed Hell Mutants off about the Rebels. That they just wouldn't die like they wanted.<br/><br/>Looing at him as he spoke again. "That is highly unlikely of ever happening." She said seriously. She looked towards the nurse then back to Weston. "You seem to be getting tired again. Perhaps you should rest." She began to work on taking off the bandaging. She heard the nurse and looked at her. Stopping then just took the one on her arm off. The wound glazed over like a scab was there. It was mostly scabbed. She rewrapped it with an antibacterial ointment covered wrap. It was too soon for that one then it was definitely too soon for the one on her leg. She looked at Weston and wondered what he kept getting lost in thought about. The best part about their city was the Hell Mutants could never locate it. Reason being was Momo's stuff. She was the best and did constant upkeep of her inventions. He started smoking a second cigaretter. "It might be for the best. The more rest you get the quicker you will recover." She said with a smile.<br/><br/>She looked off. "Its not exactly anyone's idea of fun. I hated the times I was on bed rest. It is hard to sit still so long. Even when you know you need to so that you can recover." She hadn't managed to stiffle the giggle that resulted from his attempt at humor. "You should sleep Weston. We'll be here when you wake. I'm not allowed to do much of anything either. The gashes in my leg were deep." She looked towards the nurse. "Mother hen over there is going to make sure I don't over do it. So that means I'll be here to keep you company." She smiled a bit. While she hated the limitations she temporarily had...she understood them. She also enjoyed the idea of having time to spend with Weston that wasn't war related. Why that excited her and made her happy...she hadn't the faintest clue.