[Shido comes to a halt, a rather blank expression on his face. He's... tired, despite having had the coffee. Tired mentally. A plastic expression is the best way to hide that (though he may be doing that more out of instinct than anything).
Need them healed? For a few moments, that plastic expression molds into one of genuine confusion. He's used to his mundane world, where injuries are treated by others and can only heal on their own. Understanding seems to dawn after thinking about it for a moment however, at which point he gives a wry smirk and a soft chuckle, head dipping and letting his gaze draw over the injury.]
These nasty injuries are well-deserved. [His gaze comes back up to the young man.] But thank you for the offer.
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Need them healed? For a few moments, that plastic expression molds into one of genuine confusion. He's used to his mundane world, where injuries are treated by others and can only heal on their own. Understanding seems to dawn after thinking about it for a moment however, at which point he gives a wry smirk and a soft chuckle, head dipping and letting his gaze draw over the injury.]
These nasty injuries are well-deserved. [His gaze comes back up to the young man.] But thank you for the offer.