[It's certainly is the worst part of it all. After the fun, normalcy returns, and it hits him just how... messed up it was for them to be doing that. If anything, he questions how they even reached that point and let it continue to this point. This was far more worse than when they were in the elevator. And the worse part is.... There's nothing to blame on them acting that way. No influence, or strange

His head is still in a daze and his face is hurting everywhere- inside and outside -and so is his back. Sure, these are all technically mental damage to him, but still owww.]

Not the worst injuries I've received. [Believe it or not!] I am more worried about us staining the flowers.

[He's able to joke despite his state. It's probably a good enough indicator that he holds nothing against her for what she's done. Besides, he allows it to continue on by doing nothing about it. So, he's partially taking the blame, too. That said, he's thankful there isn't any mirror nearby. He really doesn't want to see how his avatar's bruised up and bloody face looks right now.]

I should be asking you that...

[His eyes cast to the cut she did to herself, then he looks back up to her eyes. His hands continue to soothe her back.]

Do you... Want to talk? [Y'know, about all of that? Any pent up anger or something...]