[she knows that. she's been working her magic on him all along with the understanding she would have to go about it slowly, carefully, and without an ounce of waste. her planning is directed so far ahead that even if her magical energy cut out on her completely, there's still enough of it shared between them for her to set the bones, the final step.

but he's right. logically, practically, rin has no reason to fix the break and add all the bells and whistles of the luxury of magical anesthesia. the numbing continues anyway. in the next minute or two, any remaining twinges of pain from his ankle will have disappeared, and stay disappeared.]

Can it. I told you before it's not something I can do, to just leave you like this. [she speaks distractedly, in a tone that's quiet and maybe out of place in how tender it is, and what could sound something like her scolding him is instead more a request for him to just accept it. please. at the end, though, she does make a soft "pfff" underneath her breath, like his ridiculousness never ceases to amaze.] If this is your idea of a date, I don't know whether to feel sorry for you or teach you better. Pickings are already terrible around here.

If you think I'm "going out of my way", take me out to a nice restaurant sometime.

[she's well aware all of it—asking him to let her do so much for him—is a weak argument. if they were ever really even to begin with, jason wouldn't be wrong to guess she's giving him far more than what his favor was due. but wasn't that true from the beginning, for a guy who stuck a gun in her face? she's just a nice girl. kind of. it's not sympathy, it's what she feels is right. she can "owe" him, but he'll never "owe" her, for this.]