Edie was hardly surprised that the male was entirely up for the challenge of being gentle with her in the shower, the smile growing on the fox's features. There was just something so easy about smiling at him, despite those memories that were tugging at her. No. He wasn't Beck, he was nothing like Beck. It was... it was okay. She wouldn't fall for Kato like she had him. It was this that she repeated to herself over and over until her mind started to grab at it and hold onto it like a security blanket. At least, it had until the man's arm slid around her and she'd instinctively leaned into his side. No, that was just because it was easy. Because she was sore, because it hurt to stand. She was using him as a support, and it meant nothing more than that. It couldn't. She couldn't love him, not when the pain in her chest of seeing Beck wounded hadn't quite faded. Her healing ability was useful, but it wasn't foolproof. She knew very well Beck could have died that night. She refused to let anything of the sort happen to Kato.

When he'd let go of her, her fingers had instinctively grabbed at the counter in an attempt to steady herself. Even the exertion of walking to the bathroom had drained her. She was sure she'd have to suck it up and rely on him to get up the stairs, even if the thought of needing him made her feel slightly sick to her stomach. She glanced up, looking at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the girl that stared back at her. Was she really that pale? The drying blood seemed too bright on her pale skin. It was even in her hair and on her face. She looked small. And then... and then there was Kato behind her, and the girl forced a smile onto her lips even if it wasn't quite a genuine one. Edie tilted her head to the side just slightly as his lips found her neck, the sensation enough to elicit a tiny noise of pleasure to escape from the girl. Kato. The man's name sparked those butterflies in her stomach, and oh, would it really be so bad to let herself fall for him? To admit that she liked him?

Before she had a chance to consider the thought, his fingers had lifted the remaining, blood soaked fabric from her, the clothing tossed aside carelessly. Edie's eyes lifted to look at herself in the mirror. The entirety of her sides and what of she could see of her back was peppered with black and blue bruises, some spots even turned that sickly yellow and red that made her immediately move her head away. It was shameful, embarrassing, awful. That she couldn't take care of herself made her sick, and that Kato had to see her like this made it even worse. The tears that stung at her eyes and spilled down her cheeks were a result of that embarrassment, though she made no effort to explain them to the man, and he didn't ask other than the demand that he would soon be teaching her to fight. "Okay, sure," She said very quietly, though she was positive that she would be useless even if she was trained. Her wit could come up with plans, that much was clear, though executing them? That, that she wasn't so good at.

She was happy for the distraction that he offered, the girl meeting his smirk with a small smirk of her own, the tears that spilled down her cheeks all but ignored at the prospect of his touch. She moved gently, turning herself around in his arms to face him. Gingerly, she lifted her arms to rest her hands on his shoulders, her fingers stroking his skin. "Always," She said with a grin as she pressed herself up on her toes, planting a kiss against his lips. "I want to see what you've come up with to be gentle for a change. We all know that's not your strong suit, is it?"