She had changed a lot in the years since Thanos' death, and even since his second end - knowing Tony had been a big part of that for her, as well as the other Avengers and Rocket, the two of them becoming close in the time they spent traveling together. She learned what it was to worry for others - even now she didn't quite worry for her sister, she knew Gamora could take care of herself, but the others? The ones like Tony. They were weaker, they needed more help and protection and so she would always put herself between them and harm whenever she could.
Like the night before. "Will it happen again? The way it did last night?" She wondered, not eager for a repeat performance of any of it, not for herself or for Remus. There had to be a better way for it all to be taken care of without damage to her limbs or her systems, or to Remus.
She nodded, "Yes, it would help him - to see that what he did was easily repaired." The pain of it was inconsequential in her mind, that was simply a part of living. She lifted her arm up at his request. "Yes, a new color would be good." She agreed, always eager to add to her form, to replace the things that had been given to her by force with something that she had asked for instead.