Selphie attempts a small smile at his statement, but she searches his face for any sign that she's perhaps managed to calm him somehow. He had avoided her question, and she knewthat tactic too well. It just frustrated her that there was seemingly nothing she could so to make him feel any better. What kind of a friend was she, is she couldn't even provide some comfort for him?

"The medical stuff is the easiest..." Yes, she was healing, but she was still full of that niggling feeling that it had all been her fault, a soldier not able to look out for herself. Selphie relaxes into his hold, her breathing slowing as he caressed her hair. She closes her eyes and nuzzles her cheek against his neck. "The outside always heals quicker..." She had never been held so closely by anyone before, but it was soothing, comforting.