Well that hardly counted as a question. As if Kubo wouldn't have done it anyway.

"Let me show you around," he said, eagerly, standing up with his hand still on hers. He tugged her gently away from the windowsill, slinging the shamisen on his back, eagerness shining in his eye. "And introduce you to everyone! Wash will be happy to meet you - that's the man who's teaching me hand-to-hand, he wears a suit of machine armor and he's very kind. If you're feeling well tomorrow, you can come to training tomorrow and watch me!"

It occurred to him, then, that she had been awake for a very long time, long for her, and maybe she was already tired.

"You don't feel tired at all yet?" he asked, looking concerned as he lead her out of the observation deck. "You've already been awake a long time."

He hadn't yet assumed she was healed. He'd already gotten the miracle of having her back from the dead, he wasn't looking for another.