Genma whistled low and raised his hands, probing delicately at the swollen, mottled flesh. "Nice one." He pressed a little harder, feeling for bone and motion, and was glad when the joint only moved in the ways and places it was supposed to.

"Sorry, I know this hurts," he said, sliding fingers along her ribs and up over her shoulder to the point where ball fitted into socket. "I'm gonna apply a little chakra now. Shouldn't be too bad." He channeled the energy through his palms and fingertips, probing beneath the skin. There was swelling, and her muscles were strained and stiff, holding the sore joint in place, but it felt structurally sound, thank the merciful Bodhisattva.

"There's lots of bruising, but no tears or fractures," he told her. "I uh... I'm a little low on stamina, so I probably can't heal it all the way, but I can get it less painful, and give you some salve. Same stuff I'm using, actually. We can compare bruises and see who heals fastest. Only you'll have a head start. When did you say your mission was?"

And when was Kaito's? He should just go on and ask her, maybe. He pulled his hands away, formed a sequence of three seal that set them alight with healing chakra, then placed them back over Natsumi's shoulder. "Let me know if this is too intense," he added, remembering Kaito's reaction to his healing.