Tyr could feel Natalya's muscles tensing at his touch. A small smirk crossed his face. When she lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach, his heart quickened. He gave a small, barely audible, sigh and let go of her leg to reach for her stomach. He trailed his fingertips over her abs in an upward direction, staring into her eyes; then wiped downward lightly with his palm, stopping at her wound.
He smiled at her before looking at it and inspecting the stitching. The stitching was stretching, but it was holding fast. Enough of the wound was closing that she didn't need anymore, nor did they need tightening; but a dressing would definitely help her heal further. He looked back up to her serious again and said, "You'll need some sort of covering for this. Gauze, or an Ace bandage. Something other than loose fabric." He grabbed a piece of her shirt that was under her breast and tugged a little at it. He then rested his hand on her hip, "Otherwise it should keep healing fine; but again, don't over-strain yourself. Your abs are at the center of all your movements," he began rubbing her tummy with his resting hand, "you should move with care. Of course with your grace, that shouldn’t be a problem.” He flashed her another smile, “How’s the shoulder?”