Maruki doesn't mind that of course! He simply looks her way, attempting to stifle the groan that threatens to leave his lips as he merely clutches his waist a little and presses against a vague ache. There's an actual genuine bruise there...somehow he doubts that he will be able to make it wither away with his own exercises.

After a while, the man turned towards her on the sofa as he sipped down on his apple juice box- the sound of it breaking the silence as he focused on the drink. Soothing. He could only hope that Arisato was doing a little better too.

"How are you feeling? Want to run it back again?"