"Don't worry. I'm more than used to patching up injuries."

He worked quickly but carefully, a fully-evolved Asimov coming out of his Pokeball to snuggle her arm like a living pillow made out of fluff and softness personified."Heh. I think he missed you too." Otacon smiled a little sadly, focusing on his work as he spoke almost absently.

Liquid, you had better be okay.

He glanced up as Rise and Cujo walked over, a little apprehensive until he fully realized who it was.

"Rise? H-hey. How're you doing?"