Far more muscle than Joly had developed right now, certainly. Even though Azula was obviously ill, it was good to see that that strength remained. If things should take a turn for the worse, at least she would have something of a fighting chance, he thought, and was rather pleased by that.

"You've kept yourself in very good condition." He commented, applying the tourniquet to Azula's arm, and making rather short work of getting his needle in. So far, so good, he thought, though he could not keep himself from watching as the blood filled the little tubes he'd brought along.

What could he say? This was rather fascinating after all.