It was the first time ever that Ranma had come this early in the morning. No, he was all dirty, even brused in one place. She'd have to save him from whatever his trouble was. And he'd certainly fall for the woman who nursed him back to health. Forget that, Ranma.
Husband welcome any time.
This just might work, thought Ranma. He looked like a man that had lost a fight. He'd usually never pretend to have lost a fight just to try something that might or might not solve a little problem like a dream, but something was different this time, something which drove him to seek any solution he could. Ranma felt more desperate than he did when cures to his curse were at hand, and he'd do anything he had to do, no matter how much it humiliated him. I got hit on the head and I lost all memory of my martial arts skill.