If Rey were a shifting animal, she'd probably prefer to avoid any unnecessary pain as well. As a walking synthetic person, however, she'd be more likely to exacerbate her injuries out of self-spite.

Luckily, she isn't the one who needs to be tended to here.

"All right. Just a moment, need to get--"

As Rey speaks, one of the robots interrupts with some basic first aid supplies. She squints at it a moment, surmising that maybe it listened in on their conversation to conclude that medical aid was necessary. It's probably bound to happen sometimes, even in a spa.

Nevertheless, giving the machine the old stink-eye, Rey finds a dry robe before taking the supplies offered to her. "Still don't trust you," she mutters to it, returning to Elleru, preparing some disinfectant gel. The wound has already been washed out, but you can never be too sure, especially when applying bandages over deep lacerations and bites. "Okay, this is going to sting a bit."