[Cmere Ain, his titties are healing. Vash is just gonna wrap his good arm around him, kissing his forehead before resting his cheek against his temple with a concerned huff.]

Oh, Ain. I’m sorry you got so sick. You had just gotten better, too. Or, I guess you didn’t finish getting better to begin with…

[SIGH]

We’re lucky we made it here at all.