She jumped a bit when he approached her, not entirely expecting him to be there. She raised her eyebrow as he spoke, confused as to what he was speaking of before she hummed in realization, waving him off. "It's okay, it's just a nasty bruise. I don't really think you can heal a bruise, it's just sort of there." To say that the bruise was painful was a gross understatement, but she wasn't going to have him be aware of it, she didn't want to burden him with something so small. "Uh, I don't think anything is broken, a rib or two maybe but it''l heal." She gave him a reassuring smile, stuffing her brush back into her backpack and walking over to him. She ran her hand over his arm and gave him another smile, raising her eyebrows. "I'm okay, really, you don't have to worry about it."<br/><br/>She turned and took her shoes off, leaving her in her socks (she disliked sleeping with her shoes on) when she heard his broken voice, making her furrow her eyebrows and turn around. She walked over to him as he turned away, gently grabbing his hand to stop him. She wasn't quite sure if he felt guilty for it, and why he did if that was the case, but she  was going to reassure him anyways. She softly pulled his arm so he would face her, turning his head to her with her hand gently. "Hey, you do know that you didn't do anything, right? You are not at fault for anything that happens to me, period. So what? I have a bruise, but I have it because I fell off of a building, not because of anything that you did, okay?" Her voice was soft and quiet, but firm enough to try and get her point across. She didn't ever want him to feel bad on her account, she didn't know why, but something inside her was dying to protect him from such remorse.<br/><br/>She reached up on her tiptoes and gently pressed a kiss to his forehead, reassuring him that she was okay. "I hope that by me you meant we, because there is no way i'm sleeping in that cold, cold room alone." She tried to joke with the matter, hoping to lighten his mood. "Come on, we can do tea tomorrow, we both need sleep." She gently pulled him by his hand towards the 'bedroom'. She climbed onto the bed and stretched, watching him. "You won't hurt me, I promise,". She let him climb into bed, yawning and covering her mouth with her arm. They hadn't done a whole lot today, but when sleep doesn't come easily, people want to catch some shut eye whenever they can. She wasn't sure if he would be okay with the same physical contact as the night before, so she rolled on her side, facing him, inches away from him. She stared into his eyes, or, what she could see in the dark, and gave him a small smile. As they both laid on their sides, facing each other, she glanced down to his hand that rested in between their bodies. She slowly reached across the bed and took it, carefully linking her fingers with his. She eyed their hands for a moment before looking back up to him. She pressed her lips softly to his, light enough to barely be able to feel such graceful contact. She shifted so that she was curled next to him, trying to gain some form of heat, tucking her head into his chest. "Goodnight," she mumbled, yawning and pulling the blanket further over them. She was shivering lightly, she didn't do well in the cold, but she was perfectly content.