[ ...If it weren't for the computer-screen face and the monstrous red eyes, the scene would be almost painfully familiar. They're just watching from the wrong angle, this time, rather then from inside. But only some of it fits, and the comparison is quietly shelved without further comment.

It's enough to get them to finally speak up, though, head propped gently in the palm of their hand from where they're resting on the table. As cute as it is to watch them worry over each other, it does nobody any good if they actually come to blows. Again. ]

Scars can still re-open under duress, Nogi-san. [ The comment is unmistakably childing, but diluted into something mild enough to soothe instead of irritate. Hopefully, anyway. ] Especially if you fuss at the wound and keep it from healing in the first place.

[ The gaze flicks back across to Niina. Ah well, there goes the amnesty they earned. ]

I imagine the same might be true for steel, but I'm not as familiar with that as I'd like. [ ...is that rude to say? Welp, too late now. ] It doesn't hurt either of you to take the time to rest while you can, or to accept help when it's offered by someone still in possession of all of their limbs, rather then going in circles and lashing out in worry.