Megohime sat on the bed, her robe untied and around her waist, twisting around - this way and that, to get to the long, scabbed-over wound running down the entire length of her back. A jar of ointment sat beside her and a glob of the green, pasty liquid on her fingers. "No." She stated, looking over her shoulder at him, then her expression softened and she shifted on the bed. "Actually... Can you help me with this..?" She asked softly.