“Well… the offer still stands, parvule.” She continued to rub his back, holding onto him tighter. She could feel the salve working. It was almost healed. “Next time make sure of something before you stab yourself with a medical blade, understand?”
He laughed weakly and nodded, “I wasn’t aware I was doing it.”
Karo gently pulled him away from her enough to frown into his face. “Then when upset, do not go to a room full of dangerous equipment, si?” She pulled him back to her, not ready herself to let go of her fragile friend.
He nodded, “Si…mi dispiace…” He muttered, earnestly embarrassed and looking down at the toes of his shoes.
She patted his back and let him go, taking his left hand again to examine it. Nodding in satisfaction, she laced her fingers with his and smiled at him. “Just try not to do it again, please. Nations might heal fast, but not as fast as my salve, and I might not always be there.”