"I appear to be on the mend," the Fool assures him, lifting his chin with a smile that belies his injuries. "You were wise to suggest a hospital."

He lets his eyes wander the stretch of beach that surrounds them, before peering back at Eiji inquisitively. "And it occurs to me I thought to ask your name." He dips his head and a bit of his upper torso in a slightly theatrical little bow. "I am called the Fool."