The pressure right there made him yelp, his back instinctively arching as he tried to escape the sudden searing pain. He yanked himself away from her, staggering a little because of his pack, and turned with a scowl fighting a rueful grimace. "Y'know if you wanted to give me a massage, all you had to do was say so."

He rubbed his shoulder, squinting at her soul as if to gauge whether that was to make a point or if she'd actually been trying to help him, then sighed and shook his head. "I can manage it, okay? If I can actually pull my own weight then I'm damn well going to pull it. A few bits and bobs to help us through the rough parts won't put me out."

[ooc: Because I'm horribly forgetful, let's just pretend he's been seeing her general-soul but hasn't needed to comment on it, and they haven't quite met eye-to-eye. Unless you don't mind him having seen a flash or two and just keeping them in mind.]