Steven had been rather upset about the wound, despite their attempts to reassure him. It probably wasn't even the worst of all the damage the Balladeer sustained. It looked alarming, but there wasn't much to it. There might be a pink mark for a while, that's all. The damage to his hands was probably the bigger problem, considering how he spends his days - and Oswald's the only one responsible for that.

She pulls her hand back and tsks softly. "I wouldn't call it better," she says, giving him a pointed look. "We wouldn't let Oswald kill anyone just to spare you a few bruises, but we don't like seeing you hurt, either." She can't even imagine what that must have been like: waking up covered in cuts and bruises from a fight he didn't remember - a fight he didn't even take part in, really. It's not fair. With a nod towards his hands, she adds, "Just because some rogue took your body for a ride doesn't mean it's okay that you have to carry all that around afterwards."