"Hello, buddy," he said gladly petting the dog. "You look ten pounds lighter with all that fur off you."

"Thank you," he said smiling at her. He had a beautiful smile. She was very attractive too. She and Illya would make a beautiful couple. "It's alright. We were done and I think he's eager to get home." He knelt down and held his hand out to the dog as Illya sat up, wiping the gel off his shoulder. Solo was curious about the many and varied tattoos the Russian had. Several were crudely done, some were definitely military. "When you get home, ice the shoulder. But only twenty minutes at a time. Do the exercises I showed you but don't push them. Then come back for another session with me in a couple of days. I want you to come back twice a week for the next three or four weeks."

Illya slipped his shirt back on carefully. Solo had showed him how to put on his shirt without hurting his shoulder while it healed. He did catch Solo watching him put on the shirt as he made friends with Avi.