She hardly noticed when he knocked on the doorframe, thought she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked up, studying him for a moment before shrugging. “No. Probably not, but, is anyone ever actually okay?” She let out a soft sigh, putting the pin aside as she focused her attention on him. She trailed her eyes over his frame, tucking her hair behind her ear. She noticed the bloodied knuckles he sported, making her tilt her head. “Do you want me to put something on that? I’ve got something that’ll take away the sting.” She offered it to him gently, not moving from her spot on her bed.<br/><br/>Her eyes, however, gave her away. They were tired, sad, and ridden with emptiness at the thought that her brother no longer breathed the same air she does. She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm, adjusting her shirt with a sigh. “If you warm a washcloth and put it against your neck, the muscle will loosen up.” She had noticed the way he continually rubbed his neck. “Or.. you know, I could try and help. I’ve had my fair share, putting pressure on the right vertebrae usually helps.” Her voice was soft and quiet.