( Following suit, Emil sits next to him and sighs softly. )

I'm not scared. ( Examining how he feels...no, he's not scared, really. On edge, maybe. Precautious? It's weird to feel like you need to be on your toes in this world, but maybe it's finally sunk in somewhere that that's how life is going to be from now on, wherever he goes. Maybe that was a lesson best learned after the bat cats, but he was naive. )

And it's...not that bad. ( Though that's said really weakly. It had definitely looked worse a while ago, but the pain is definitely pretty bad. Emil accidentally cements this by dabbing at it again and hissing. He'd take a cheek bruise over this any day, speaking to both pain and aesthetics. )

It looks really horrible. ( Trust and believe, that was another panic point of his. The asshole stole the nice scarf he bought so he can't realistically hide it unless he walks around holding his nose all day. ) But it's not anything you should be feeling bad about.

( Because the fact that Lalli's somehow hurt by this...that's making him feel worse than how much it hurts to touch it. )