Wow, she hates that. It's enough to derail her train of thought, propping one hand on her hip as her eyes flash with annoyance. Literally flash, actually, as they reflect the faint glow of Zelos's ether. "Don't call it that," she says, hating it a little more every time he refers to himself as less than human.

"It won't be for that long, anyway. You get used to it." He can handle a week or so. Travel pains aren't the same as injuries, but if he'd healed that wound from yesterday, he can manage a sore back. But she sighs, crouches down close-but-not-too-close to him so that they're at the same eye level. "...It's good to be out of the city, though, right?"