And you're doing nothing to help. [Her tone is playfully accusing, shivering again at the feeling of nails against her skin. The fins on her arms and near her hips flutter in responsem and there's a brief thought that his nails seem unusually sharp for a human-- But it's a fleeting thought at best.

She leans in to kiss him again briefly, mouth curved in an amused smile.] I have a feeling that's a lie--All of it. [Not hiding injuries and being shy. No one seems to like being fussed over; she'd swear it was human (de...mon?? people?) nature to downplay and hide injuries for whatever reason.

Not that she can talk, since she does much the same thing when it comes to resting but still. She places her hands against his chest to get his attention and still him, before sliding a hand up to cup the side of his face, her expression gentle and sincere.]

Mephisto, if I may speak truly. Please, allow me to take care of you when I can. Wanting to help you is all that I desire, so please indulge me that much at least. [Not that this isn't also indulging, but like. You know. Shush.]