Orihime was clearly thinking the exact same thing. Her eyes darted to Peter's when he turned to her. She looked at Ben and put a hand over her mouth. "...I'm not sure. It's risky. I might wind up only healing his wounds, and the mask might come back too." Her focus was healing, but she'd found that she could fix migraines too. She looked at Peter's clothes, noting that there wasn't a stitch out of place. Hadn't they been torn up before she used her powers on him? That wasn't healing, was it?

She looked to Ben, who was looking at her, then Peter.

"What the hell, give it a whirl, kid," he puffed with a pained laugh. "I can't keep control much longer anyway."

Orihime looked to Peter. Ultimately, this was his decision. She knew what the answer would be, but still, she wanted to make sure he was prepared. "I can try it. Is that okay?"