Ichi's hands are about as sensitive as his ears, even for all the calluses that cover them from hard labor. He notes anything out of the ordinary, that's now more apparent through the thinner shirt.

"I don't know how you manage to stand up." Another knot, and more pressure. His back tells of years of abuse to Ichi. "I don't think I'll be able to get everything." But he'll be damned if he doesn't try.