Well good on you Kaiba. Tidus can't help but huff a small laugh, the sound glad before anything else. Given the positioning--and really, he would have to no matter the place of the wound--Tidus slips into the same booth seat, knee bending so he can sit facing Seto.

"Thanks for going for sense before pride."

Just a bit of cheek, while a flush of pyreflies start to dance with the squeeze of his left hand, and Tidus rests his hand near over Kaiba's abdomen. When the magic reaches, it's a numbing sensation where the wounds are, ridding of the pain first; working then after to actually stitch everything together. Gentle in its effect.

"Becoming a full-time healer wasn't where I thought I'd end up in life."