Boon was watching her work...his stare professional and abd calculating, pacing around her slowly. "Good. Good. You're getting back to form well." He said as he examined her posture, her rhythm, and tumors of strain. "You're beautiful." He said as he stepped in and adjusted her wrist, examining her knuckles on her fist. Though he said it with a softness, sge could tell he wasn't simply saying so out of love, nor some lust generated by her passion for battling. No. He admired her strain, her spirit to struggle. He cut her hand wrap from her fist and his thumbs pushed between her fingers, massaging the knuckles slowly, sifting and alienating some of the stress pressure in them to relax her. He let go and gave her a fresh wrap. "Who are you imagining punching like that hm?"