[ Maybe that part makes sense to him then, in some distant way when he thinks about her world (tries not to tumble back into the memory of it).
A light huff, and he shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his knee. ]
It's nothing. [ He dressed the wounds on his own, places where the claws sank in. His mother was a nurse.
He eyes her again. ] You're okay?
[ From her own fight in town. He doesn't see any wounds on her, and can't sense any immediate feedback. Most of his anger has simmered by now - the rest redirected toward Ren. ]
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A light huff, and he shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his knee. ]
It's nothing. [ He dressed the wounds on his own, places where the claws sank in. His mother was a nurse.
He eyes her again. ] You're okay?
[ From her own fight in town. He doesn't see any wounds on her, and can't sense any immediate feedback. Most of his anger has simmered by now - the rest redirected toward Ren. ]