Tereya sighed heavily, annoyance clear in the yawn. She walked over towards the boy, who still gripped his Zanpakuto as tightly as he could in his weakened state. It slowly began to dissipate into his regular katana state, as she bent down to study his injuries. It was nothing major, only a few bandages to wrap around his hands to stop the bleeding. She almost sighed in relief, as she gently picked him up.