"Nah, it's a thing. I don't know the technicals but maybe Ichigo could give ya somethin' for it. As nice as magic medicine is, it probably ain't particular enough to fix li'l' bitty nerve endin's."

Then he stops to think.

"Look, if a talkin' raccoon ever shows up? An' asks for your arm an' says he needs it? He don't. Just hit 'im with it. He's a good guy at heart but he's a plumb stupid bastard when he puts his mind to it."

And his face is painfully earnest as he warns her of Rocket. Because it would happen.