Ace looked to Asami a moment before looking back out over the rails. He had never been good at taking his medicine and lying down. As per habit, Ace had to get moving again as soon as possible. He knew what happened to injured animals who laid down to lick their wounds. Even a tiger would become prey if it had the right injury. He shouldn't have been any different than any other predator who got hurt.

Though, he had many more reasons to stay on his feet other than his own survival. Ace's anger was let out for a brief minute during that battle and it put him on edge, permanently.

"Phoenix blood," Ace reached up to tap the bloated, dark bag set up to his drip. "I'll be fine, soon."