Ushio looked up at Jazz, sniffling. "N-No... I don't want to trouble you like that, you know?" She said, wiping her eyes. "I just wish I had a method of defense... something that'll keep me going for a little while." The fox explained, thinking hard. "All that I really know is a few medical tricks, and my natural instincts, but that's not enough..." Ushio mumbled to herself.