Which was good, because otherwise she'd be clinging to the edge of the counter with the smallest bit of chakra she had left and Ino knew how that story ended with her on the ground, passing out after healing herself.

It wasn't the first time she'd had to do something like this. This time was only notable for the fact that she wasn't alone.

"A bit like that," she agreed, breathlessly, as the last of the poison dripped from her wounds, followed just by clean blood. Her arm was still in agony, but now--now she'd be able to heal it.