If Grimmjow would've still had the strength in him to stand upright and challenge her, a part of Nelliel had the strong feeling that she would've ended up kicking his ass an giving him a good enough reason to faint and complain. Just seeing him like that had been the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back with her patience towards his recklessness. He was their king, their comrade and their precious friend, yet he never acknowledge any of their feelings and worries towards him, which to some extent frustrated the ram. Hallibel would've been more lenient in her stance on the matter, arguing that the Jaguar was too much of a free spirit to be kept between four walls and made to complete mundane tasks, sorting through papers, Hollow and Arrancar alike, in the mission of rehabilitating what once was their rightful kingdom.
If he was still conscious enough to feel her soft floral scent and feel the brush of her long locks of hair on his cheek and the soft breeze blowing through his hair, then Grimmjow might've been able to also hear the click of her tongue, a gesture that Nelliel only did when her patience was at its end meet.
She was an understanding woman, very balanced and rational in her thinking, having always been then one to advocate for morality and the right thing to do. But at the same time, she wasn't one to stand by and allow her fellow teammate destroy themselves either. So, weather Grimmjow liked it or not, he was coming back with her and he was going to take a well deserved break, one long enough to make sure his body would be back to its prime. And all under her watchful eye, cause Nelliel was determined not to leave his side by any chance.
"Yer staying here until ya get well again and I ain't gonna take no for an answer!" Was the last thing he'd hear her say before she plopped his rad doll like body down onto the bed, then went to procure the necessary tools to tend to his battered and beaten body. Arrancar and Hollow were capable of healing themselves on their own, but the weaker one's body was, the longer it took for the healing to be effective, so there was no harm in speeding up the process with some medicinal ointments and such.
They had been lucky enough to have managed to establish somewhat of a peace treaty with Seireitei and Gotei 13 so that their transit between the human world and Hueco Mundo for resupplying wouldn't be viewed as a crime. With Aizen now defeated and the balance between the three realms reinstated, it was into everyone's best interest that each population would be able to thrive and maintain itself afloat. With the recent events that cost them many of the Espada numbers and their fracciones, Hueco Mundo was at the risk of heading into demographic collapse, which would've put the other two realms in danger too (each realm had its own purpose and so, even if Shinigami didn't appreciate the Hollows and their misdeeds in the human realm, they knew too that their existance served its own purpose), so it was best that there wouldn't be any more casualties for the Hollows.
That allowed the new leadership consisting of Hallibel, her fracciones and Nelliel to make occasional journeys between the realms and buy supplies from Urahara. The former Reaper had some really handy items in stock, with which they could rebuild some of Las Noches' broken systems and save as many of their people with his medicine. Urahara was also the one who built the little device helping Nelliel maintain her adult form for an indefinite amount of time, so she had more than one reason to be grateful for his existence and collaboration. And now his medical supplies were going to help her friend get back onto his feet.
And so, Nelliel tried her best to mend his wounds and sprained muscles, before taking a seat down onto the floor and taking his hand into hers, squeezing it in an affectionate manner which the female hoped would send across to him that he wasn't alone and she was there for him. Who knows for how long she'd then stayed like that, gazing over his sleeping figure, admiring the serenity of his now relaxed features, before laying her head down too for some sleep of her own. It was only much much later that the former Tres woke up and after making sure that Grimmjow was still safe, she made a short departure from the room to grab something to eat and drink some water.
If only she would've known that he'd be waking up in that fraction of a minute she was away, maybe Nelliel would've refrained her own needs a bit longer to be there and assist him when the Jaguar would come back to his senses. But all she could do now, when she'd returned to the room to find it empty, was to curse under her breath and try her best not to blame herself for her own stupidity.
"Grimmjow!" She called out into the vast empty hallways, pace quickened as the green-haired woman began her search for the male. She had a slight hunch where Grimmjow might've gone, but at the same time she couldn't help but worry again.
Heh... Funny how lately she'd been experiencing this particular feeling way more often than she normally would've, and all because a very thick skulled feline who couldn't understand his own physical body's limits. The thought made her lips curl into a faint smile, bemused by it, before returning to that somber seriosity so characteristic to her.
Luckily, the former Sexta was feline based, which meant that, like any cat out there, he would be seeking the safety of the highest spot in the whole place.
So it didn't take long before Nelliel headed for the most logical place: the rooftops of Las Noches. And there he was, shooting the wind while being seated down, his expression marked by his deep toughts.
"Ah, here ye were... For a moment I thought ya'd left again for that damned dunes..." Nelliel heaved a sigh of relief, but maintained her position at the top of the stairs, as if afraid that if she made any step closer, the male would run away again.
"Everything okay, Grimm?"
