Mayt sighs, and rubs his hands. "Look, I'm okay, okay? Just... People trying to get an edge that isn't there on me." He bites his lip again, indicating that isn't the case. "And yes, the letter doesn't help. P-please don't talk about it." He shifts away from Sasha a little. "I wonder when they'll get here." He looks around again, wishing the two would walk in so he'd have something else to talk about. "How are your injuries holding up?" He says suddenly, trying to change the subject. "They must hurt still..." His voice trails off a little, and he bites his lip again. He looks over Sasha, his eyes lingering on the injuries he can see on her.