Warren nodded, removing his hand from his face so that he could rub awkwardly at the back of his neck, instead. It was an improvement, okay?

"She and I have discussed it, yeah," he agreed. "There are some things that she needs that... Well. I can't do. I'm no healer, really."

That he knew of. But there were just some things that he couldn't bleed on anyhow, and so the point was moot. For all intents and purposes, Warren had been designated the rank of "mandatory boy-parts."