Behind the response lay something more, but Nigredo was in no position to pry. Others were more equipped to handle such sentiments, and though the child wished for a slightly more genuine answer, he could only maneuver through what was given. Instead, he watched his brother and his friend hold hands for a few beats, before commenting on the follow-up.

"It's okay," Nigredo said lightly. "I survived the night. Getting hurt isn't so terrible with that in mind." Better than the loss of life, at least. And that was what counted, no?

Albedo brought up his own question, and not wanting to interrupt, the black-haired variant opted for silence. He gathered his hands together on his lap, ignoring the pressure against his leg, and waited for the other boy to speak.