"Hey, it's fine. I said the beach, not the ocean, right? There's plenty to do even then." And, well... Maybe one day he can help her out with that fear of the water too. But that can be in the future. For the present, he just keeps working on cleaning up her back as best as he can, going through numerous pieces of cloth that help soak up all the poison instead of letting it bleed further into her system.

It's a long and arduous task. Especially since there's only so much he can do with limited amounts of cloth, even as he tries to wring out and clean what he's used before. Still, Angeal got where he has because - well, partially because of the human experimentation, but also because he is inherently a stubborn and patient individual.

So he works. And he helps try to adjust her position, so that it leaks a little more outside her body. And he starts heating up water, for the soup he's going to make her whether she likes it or not, once he's sure she's a little more stable.

Lots of work, before he leans back on his knees with a puff of air. "Alright, hourly check in. How do you feel now?"