[There are bruises too, unfortunately, and Yuri makes a semi-annoyed mental note to invest in long sleeves. Her shoulders ache, but her wrists are an ugly mess of greens and blue that stand out starkly against how normally pale she is. They ache and, unfortunately enough, have the distinct look of hands that had been wrapped too tightly around them.

She's not fine, she knows it. It's a little embarrassing and she clasps her hands behind her back as if somehow that will hide them.]

...I don't know. A couple of days, at the most. My vision should start coming back tomorrow, the day after I should be more or less back to normal. [The corners of her mouth turns down and she takes an unsteady, concerned half-step towards the direction of his voice.]

You can't be that fine if you're at the hospital. What happened?