"No, I-... T-That's okay..." Andra muttered, fiddling with her long sleeves. She directed her gaze to the ground, troubled. If none of them spoke up, it would be awkward, and she felt obligated to say at least a few words. She [i]could[/i] ask the girl if she was okay, since she was in the infirmary the last time they met, but Andra was having difficulty voicing it out. She continued fiddling with her sleeves, before taking a deep breath and shyly asking, "A-Are you, uh... okay... now? You- You were h-hurt earlier..."