Ace made nothing of the comment, not seeming to be particularly frightened by such long-term commitment as he drew the injured hand slightly closer to himself. Taking note of her slender fingers, and skin far softer than his own was, he quickly realized the error of his assumptions.

"It's seems like I've got you a feisty one," which, despite not being entirely untrue, wasn't the only reason why he'd just made a mental note to obtain a solid pair of gloves for their next session. Thankfully, he wouldn't need to remain a helpless observer, remembering the Cure spell he held in his possession as a part of his Chocobo Knight skillset.

It was a weak incantation, even more so should the caster be separated from their stead, but even without Suzaku, the soft healing waves seemed to somehow resonate with the small chick in Tear's grasp. Genuinely surprised by that turn of events, the cadet smiled softly, sealing the spell with a somewhat more personal manner as his lips brushed against the inside of her palm with a feather-like touch.

Just the way Mother used to comfort him when he was little, be it the first, failed attempt at a fire spell that left a nasty mark on his finger, or a misguided card that would bounce back against his sender's forehead instead of hitting the target as it should have. Everyone had their beginnings, and he wanted to ensure that hers would be a good one.

And just maybe, she would need no other answer to her question than the one he'd just silently given her.