"[color=6ecff6]We might be... similar.[/color]"
	Evan knelt, beginning to stand up, right arm still in his coat pocket. He took a deep breath, and winced. Clutched the right side of his torso. "[color=6ecff6]I have been wielding ice s... since I can remember.[/color]"
	He stood up, let out a sigh, and began walking towards and around Athena. "[color=6ecff6]Sorry... My ribs...[/color]"
	Then, he slowly knelt on one leg, near Athena's left side. "[color=6ecff6]I am fine... compared to this.[/color]"
	It was difficult to ignore. Athena's left arm was in absolute shambles. Aside from the multiple fractures he could see from the blood in her bones, there were also these gruesome cuts from leather straps tearing through her flesh.
	"[color=6ecff6]I have not yet fixed an... an arm that was not my own... It does not inst... instill confidence, I guess.[/color]"
	Every pause, burdened by laborious breath. A short chuckle at the end of the last sentence, followed by a wince. He hesitantly hovered his left hand above Athena's left arm.
	"[color=6ecff6]But... please let me...[/color]"