( Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki is casual and friendly and he doesn't think about things like status or societal norms. He does what he wants, when he wants. He follows the beat of his own drum. He's shameless and as proud as he is loud.

But he's also an old fashioned sword. Souza begins to shed his clothes and Mutsu holds up his hands, )

H-hey, wait a minute...!

( But he gets it. He understands. How else is Mutsu going to check for injuries? And Souza needs a change of clothes anyway so Mutsu hovers awkwardly, hands still held up like he isn't sure if he should help or stop anymore.

It's not like he hasn't seen anyone strip down before! He goes to the baths like all of the other swords! But this is just different and when Souza is finished, he glances away. It isn't something he shows very often but he can get shy easily under the right circumstances and right now, he hadn't had a chance to prepare for any of this. He mutters something to himself about how that's one way to answer the question he'd just asked and recovers, coming closer to check.

It looks like the omamori had worked most of it's magic. Despite the blood, there aren't many injuries. Any injuries sustained after the omamori had done its job are a lot less severe than whatever had been there anyway. But just to check, he moves some of Souza's robes to from his arms to check and then reaches to brush back some of his hair to check his face and head.

As he brushes away Souza's hair, there are footsteps outside the room and he freezes, close and personal with Souza right now. In his head, he thinks about what this might look like if anyone came in. Breath held, a nervous smile forming on his face, and the footsteps pass. )

Ya look good.

( CONDITION, WISE. )

Looks like you're mostly healed so ya won't need repairs for long. Ya're probably just tired from fighting twice as hard.