"If they come after their friend doesn't show up, they're asking for trouble."

He remarks it as he comes over, smiling with a slight slant in his lips back to her, before lowering onto a knee.

"Here, lemme clean you up. We've gotta be ready if those voidblobs show up."

He's got his hands up and ready, a healing small for scratches easy for him to cast. If there's a reason Buttercup doesn't want him to, then she'll have a moment to stop him, but otherwise it comes, forming as a sprinkling of white lights that gather around her injured areas and soothes the skin, broken tissue, working to bring everything back together as it should be.