[That...could probably be arranged. Yes. Very definitely. Easily, in fact.]

[But probably best when you're less rusty.]

[There's a flash of deep concern at your apparent distress, and Wing is about to say something when you speak up. Then a heartfelt smile spreads across his face, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity.] Good. I am glad.

[He wants this, he needs it. But as equals.]

You should rest. There'll be much to do once you're well again.