[ oh. now that is an interesting reaction.

for a moment, he just watches, brown eyes focused on her still form, the panic that flickers in her eyes. a natural reaction, perhaps, for most who have been through what they have. they are not all like him, who thrives off the unknown, who feels moreso the adrenaline thrumming through his veins rather than the fear-

not intact, she says. his eyes light up at that, but he dims them down. no, this is not the time for his boundless need to know, not when she is not likely to share if he digs too deep. ]

...I see. I've caused you some distress.

[ luchino has, at least, dealt with this as well. students on the verge of overworking themselves, stress wearing them down to the marrow of their bones. more soft clinking from the box, as he gently adjusts it once more, before idly tilting his head. ]

Would you rather sit for this? I was a fairly new arrival compared to some, but perhaps I can help jog your memory, if you'd permit me.