[ Settling his hands on his hips, Scott's eyes narrow as he gives Itsuki an assessing glance, firm in his stance and unabashed in the way his eyes trail over the other man's body, his nose working to sniff out anything that might belie Itsuki's account.

But he checks out. There is the scent of blood, but it's small enough that he hard even notices, and there doesn't seem to be any instances of strain in Itsuki's posture, so it's unlikely that he's hiding an injury that Scott can't spot. It's a relief at least, and he lets his shoulders down slightly. ]

She's not going to be going anywhere for a while. [ He smiles a little, small and leading. ] But if you're in perfect health, then I guess you wouldn't mind helping out around the clinic for a bit.

[ He couldn't perform any medicine, but they could use a gopher. ]