Bearclaw Valley you got melted to butter

The frustration was minimal, but it was there - Evien didn't blame him, but the tensing of Field's hands still hurt, in a way. His response stung somewhere deep in his chest and he sighed through his nose, one arm crossed over his chest as he leaned on the wall.

"I've never shown you a part of me that wasn't real," he stated simply, looking out the window. It was an oddly beautiful day for such a painful conversation. Even now. It was up to Fields whether or not he accepted it.

Evien swallowed, his throat dry and gross. Wanted to ask questions in return - was he not allowed to be hurt? or why do you care?, but he didn't speak. The medic didn't understand why it was Kepler who seemed to be so wounded by his appearance.

Conflicted eyes turned toward the taller boy, and he shifted back a bit, getting more comfortable against the wall he leaned on. "Help me how?" he asked, scanning him over with a response.