The girl didn’t have to speak for the panther to know what she was thinking- she felt pity, the need to assist him for whatever reason her innocent mind decided to conjure up as back-up for her helpful actions.
He hated it.
Loathed the unspoken sympathy in the form of healing his grievous injuries. He hadn’t asked for her aid nor desired it. The unexpected blows the Quinto delivered fell short of inflicting lethal damage, the Sexta would have been fine without this mere child’s slobber.
The growl reverberating in the back of his throat grew louder and deeper as his level of anger rose in correspondence to the further treatment. Nonetheless, the ex-espada’s ability was already beginning to alter his state of being- open gashes slowly etched closed (though the crimson stains still remained); bruises were restored to smooth, tan flesh; and the pain that throbbed over nearly inch of his beaten and bloody body seeped away. He could literally feel his power and strength returning as if they had never happened.
It was then that he abruptly sat up and snapped a vicious glare directly at the small arrancar, cobalt orbs burning into gray.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” A redundant question but spoken like a demand, her answer the determining factor of her future well-being.
“N-Nel thought—” She cut herself off from continuing her sentence, terrified by the sudden movement of the other. In a way, she was hoping he would be grateful that she helped him, even consider letting her stick around for a little while until she could find her brothers. She was fresh meat for Hollows when she was all alone. And she wasn’t even sure if she knew how to transform back into her original form to defend herself if something did happen. Maybe Grimmjow could help her with that somehow?
Hazel irises flickered a sickly yellow up at him, wide with fear yet a stern grey look seemed to be reflecting in them, as if her older self was leering back at the Sexta with a cold recognizing of him. “Nel just wante’ ta help!” She sniffed childishly. “Yous were weally huwt, an’ Nel knew yous weren’t so bad. Yous got Itsygo healed ‘cause yous wante’ ta fight him faiwly, ne? Nel tinks dat yous aw not so bad ‘cause o’ dat.”