Ales shrugged and looked away. "We all get into scrapes eventually. You're right, it'll heal." It didn't matter if Sephiroth earned those injuries through battle or through a dumb accident; both were common and the latter was best not discussed with mere acquaintances.

The presence of another calmly looking at the display seemed to help, as Ales' eye grew less downcast and more neutral. It wasn't the same enthusiasm he held when he first arrived on Crystallis, but the apathy had been normal since January. This was his new measure of mental health.

"How soon do you think you'll be back in action?" He asked without looking up.