It didn't hurt too badly and she waited patiently as he cleaned and dressed her wound. It was true, Angeal hadn't done anything wrong. She never blamed him, really. Well, when she was rational, she never did.

Genesis took his hand and got to her feet, groaning softly. Her butt was going to bruise, she rubbed her thigh a bit. "Well, guess I have my first war wound of the day. You know, I don't think I ever told you, but apparently the class I was placed in is called a Monk. I have to fight with my fists."

She looked rather annoyed at that prospect. "It feels strange not being able to carry a weapon."