It takes her a moment to come down from the rush of the fight but when she does it's with a soft heave of breath. Slowly, Six lifts her sword and puts it to one side, resisting the urge to stop now and clean it off; she wants to take care of it, to make sure that it is in good condition, but there are a handful of more important things to consider right now. One of them is the man beside her.

"I do not have any medical supplies with me," she frowns, frustrated. If she had her powers... But, no, better not to dwell on what she cannot apparently change. "I will see if I can find anything. You need to make sure you rest and don't cause yourself further harm."

When he thanks her she pauses, almost struck by it, before something resembling a smile settles on her face.

"Thanks are not necessary. You're welcome all the same."