Incidentally, wherever he'd chosen wasn't remote enough. She'd found it first. Or at least from her perspective she had, given that she'd been out there before and hadn't encountered him then, so it counted. She'd come out to train off the restlessness she'd felt since the start of the month (this month turned out to be just as stressful as the past few. Perhaps that was a curse of chuunin, finally caught up to her).

When she noted she was beaten to it, she lingered in the treeline for a bit, just to see exactly how he trained without anyone else there. For pointers, mostly.

The pointers she found didn't seem very useful to her. Or anyone else not a medic nin or strange monster of some sort.

...That just wasn't wise at all, medic or not. All he needed was to set those the wrong way or scar something wrong and he'd have permanent damage for an inefficient training method.

She frowned for a moment longer, before speaking, not moving from the treeline because she didn't want to incur whatever sharingan wrath he possessed. "If you need to heal someone, then you should find a volunteer instead." That was smarter and more practical than healing himself, anyway.

...After a pause, and maybe against her better judgment, she added, "if it's not about the medical chakra, then I could probably help with that, too. In a way less likely to end with someone crippled."