Perfect so far. Albedo resisted the urge to grin, and instead ducked his head at the exclamation from Klavier, looking appropriately fearful. He curled his body more into the couch, adding to the 'young and frightened' look. When the nurse turned to him, Albedo turned a shade confused, shaking his head slowly. He held out his arms to her, turning them over, adding a wince for good measure with the bandaged one. Over the the wrapping, Institute made and approved, there was nothing on his skin. No wounds whatsoever.

The urge to grin, or throw Klavier a look was almost overwhelming. But Albedo wouldn't be sedated again. Not until he made sure his brothers were really all right. So the innocent child look remained, with a side of wary fear and a helping of confusion. At fault? Him? No, no. That was the insane man over there, thank you.