G is for Gratitude.
Battle was a rush of adrenaline, and he loved it. He only lived to get stronger, and more powerful, constantly pushing himself to his limits.
But he still thought it was never good enough, that he could go even further.
And truthfully, she felt a rush just watching him. The way he moved, how he slashed his sword with such grace, it was almost like a dance.
It unnerved her though, in so many ways. He had almost lost his life a few times in battle. Although every time he had beaten his opponents (save the demon Mukuro), a few times had he collapsed with sheer exhaustion, blood erupting from a deep wound like a volcano. It drained her energy to almost nothing when she had to heal him, leaving her exhausted, causing her to be bedridden and cursed with sleep for a couple of days.
She never really knew if he was grateful for her saving his life every once in a rare while. It would have wounded his pride to know that he was in her debt.
But when she was done healing him, or more like when he was mobile again, which usually wasn't until 6 hours or less after sleeping, he'd give her a nod. It wasn't very noticeable, but if she paid enough attention, she could see it.
In the end, him being alive was enough gratitude for her.
