It's a wound typical of Saber - small but deadly, thin yet cutting through vital organs and arteries with surgical precision. Having healed this before, she understands the manner in which she fights now. You'd think Rider would get the same sort of hint, but maybe that was asking a bit much. Chiyo reaches into the drawer of her desk and withdraws her butterfly hair comb, keeping it between her fingers at the winged insect comes to life with a flutter of crystal wings. Maybe she's desensitized, or maybe she's just tired, but Rider's bare torso doesn't bring the usual unwanted thoughts to the surface.

"Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to stick a finger in your wound and twist it," she says, though as the words heal her mouth the skin on the outside knits closed and ruins her threat.