[All he has to do is lift his arm, and suddenly Kotone's at his side, dragging the closest chair over as closely to his bed as she can manage just so she can sit right on the edge of it and carefully take his hand in hers. She'd broken his arm, hadn't she? If not his ribs, and who knows what other damage. The thought alone makes her sick, but she has to be here; as much as she'd like to say it's for him, it's really for her. She herself is only battered, a little bruised, a little sweaty and disheveled, but Orpheus' metal frame had taken the brunt of anything that could have been a real injury.]
Are you... [okay? doesn't make it past her lips, because he's obviously not. How could he be? He'd lucky she hadn't managed to kill him.] D-do you want water? Or something to eat?
[And, more softly, because she has to say it, ducking her head a little as if afraid to meet his eyes.] I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know what happened.
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Are you... [okay? doesn't make it past her lips, because he's obviously not. How could he be? He'd lucky she hadn't managed to kill him.] D-do you want water? Or something to eat?
[And, more softly, because she has to say it, ducking her head a little as if afraid to meet his eyes.] I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know what happened.