It's hard to ignore what's on Yuusei's front. She's been looking at it since she was scooped up after all, and when she looks at it, she's forced to remind herself that the lines crossing over his front have glass between them. Even if it's hard for her to tell.

Her words are difficult to form, and she finds herself trying not to look. It's not hard to pretend as if she isn't though- with eyes like these, it's difficult to see which way her gaze is pointed.

"...Are..." She swallows, blinking slowly. "...are you hurt..? ...does...anything still hurt?" she manages, chewing her lip.