Tobias obediently spread his wings open for Sakura. He's never been much for needles and having someone larger over him, handling him, is bringing up some memories he'd rather not think about. Taylor, the demorphing device. The pain and anguish and the willingness to die. But he has to force it away, focus himself on Sakura. She won't hurt him. She wanted to help, in fact.

< They always say it won't hurt, > he quipped, waiting for her to poke at him.

< Dropping the Great Wall on somebody, hell of a way to say hello. And morphing is useful, but unfortunately it's not really something I can do any longer. > A little misdirection. Assuming Marco hadn't told her otherwise.