"So many different ways I could say that riding that Horse exhausted you, so little time." Rouga commented as she woke up. "He's not at the Palacio, by the way. Mentioned something about 'not being the right time'. But he said he'd come if you summoned him." The Arrancar had apparently watched over the Primera in her sleep.

She can tell from the faint smell of blood emanating from outside the room.

He knelt by her side, offering help for her to sit up. It was almost... paternal, in a way.