'Are you sure this is a good idea? ' Usopp asks for the fourth time.

'If I 'm honest this time and say it probably isn 't, will you shit your pants? ' I ask mildly, stretching my arms over my head and sighing when my back cracks.

'It 's a bad idea, ' Chopper says gloomily, eyes trained on me like a bug under a microscope. 'Any idea with you on your feet is a bad one. '

I do a little dance move just to make him nervous. 'Chopper, honey, I feel fine. You need to chill out. '

Chopper scowls at me, but says no more.

After a nice sit down takoyaki meal while we waited for my messages to be delivered, I 'm in half the pain I was in this morning and half the bandages. I bend my knees and twist around my ankles, thankful they aren 't wrapped up anymore even though Chopper had insisted on some knee compression sleeves I have in hand. My arms and a vast majority of my torso are still mummified, but at least my head is free.