No, no! She would never...

[Celeste wouldn't hurt him, she had no reason to. Ryou doesn't think he'd ever given her one, and their conversations had been mostly alright, with the exception of her outing him during Atem's haircut.

He keeps almost eerily still as Atem examines his lesser burns, and for one long, idiotic moment that's probably couched in exhaustion, he considers not mentioning his leg. This concern...it's enough. Ryou's happy to be cared for. Ryou would be perfectly happy not having to worry about how far up his leg one of the other burns is, and the help he'll need dealing with that one.

But it is moronic to avoid mentioning them. They hurt.

...So of course he does it obliquely. Minimizing it.]

Nnh, those are...not too bad. I used my arm to put out the flames on my leg twice. J-just to smother it, so this kind of damage makes sense. It was unavoidable.

I'm just glad to be out. I...missed you.

[That's right. Focus on Atem. Don't show your pain, Ryou, for once in your fucking life don't--

He squirms a little under the sheets, taking a sharp breath. He's bad at this. He's terrible at poker-facing through hurt!]