"Yeah, you can," Yoh kindly assured her. "Just not today." She really didn't have the power to fight him at the moment. It was as if he was a father taking his exhausted daughter home from the fair, promising her they would ride the bumper-cars when they came back rather than a brother assuring his potentially mortally injured psychotic sister she would be able to kill someone. He was just glad she was breathing, that she was alive, that she was talking to him.