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The Roof; Thursday Morning.

Setsuna found herself in a bit of repose (certainly not emo, thank you very much) on the roof, sitting with her body positioned toward the ocean and the many things that lie beyond it. Of course, one of the first things she did when she, Ami, and Billy returned from the rendezvous point was alert the people back at Kansai that Amagasaki was on the move again, but it still didn't settle her nerves at all that they should be willing to go this far just to get rid of her. If they were planning something and it went further beyond Tsukuyomi's little ~~girlcrush~~ quest to beat her...they must be planning something really big if they figured she was a threat while in an entirely different country still...

Thus...restlessness. And emoing...errrr, thinking on the roof.

[[ roofs. they be open. ]]

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It had been a while since he'd woken up, and today looked to be having good weather, so Alphonse thought to get out of his room for a while before his workshop today and enjoy it for a bit. The roof was closer from his room, and it had the view as well, which made for an easy decision on where to spend his time.

When he arrived, he was surprised to see Setsuna already there. Of course he was going to go accompany her-- she seemed so distracted yesterday, as if something had been bothering her, but Alphonse never did find out by what...

"Setsuna?" he called carefully, approaching her; the more he did, the more he realized that she looked the same as yesterday-- way lost in thought.

"Hm?" Setsuna turned her head at the sound of her name, jumping slightly. While a significant amount of tension seemed to dissolve once she noticed who it was, some was still there, especially in her eyes. And, of course, her hand instinctively went toward her bandaged right arm. "Oh. Alphonse." She offered a small smile. "Good morning."

Alphonse sat down beside her, and the moment he noticed her arm, concern and worry made itself obvious on his face. "What happened?"

"What..." Blink. "Oh. That." Setsuna pulled at her shirt sleeve as if that would help cover the bandages covering her upper arm and, if they were covered, then it could be like they didn't exist. "Um, something kinda happened yesterday..."

That was... vague, and clearly obvious Setsuna either didn't want to get into detail about it, or her mind was too occupied by something to get into detail about it. Much as his mind was desperately trying to figure it out for himself and failing to come up with anything, Alphonse wasn't going to force it out of her.

That didn't keep him from asking, if she was willing to answer. "And you got hurt, too. How?"

And Setsuna rarely would keep anything from Alphonse, especially if he asked. "Sword wound," she told him, wrinkling her nose a little. "Sliced downward, like this..." She made a blade with her left hand and swept it down her bandages in demonstration. "It's deep, but it's still just a cut. Nothing was severed. I'm going to have to track down Kabuto and see if he wouldn't mind healing it for me..."

With her tone of voice, she sounded like she could have been talking about the weather, and that she was bored with it.

Alphonse frowned; of course, he wanted to ask just how she got such a wound down her arm, but then he remembered the last time he did that and how that conversation ended... Perhaps it would be best to keep quiet, this time, as much as he really didn't want to. "You shouldn't act like it's nothing," he insisted, especially with that tone of voice she held.

Setsuna frowned at Alphonse, worriedly. Of course she expected him to be concerned. He wouldn't be Alphonse if he didn't get himself all converned over things like this, and it was part of what endeared her to him, but...it was nothing. Especially compared to what could have happened if Ami hadn't finally realized how to use her powers.

"It's just a flesh wound, Alphonse," she said, quietly. "It could have been much worse..."

"But..." Alphonse trailed off, knowing this debate could go on for as long as they continued tossing out their opinions on the issue. He let out a small breath, folding up his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them. "Are... are you sure you're all right?"

Setsuna tilted her head toward him as she glance his way, offering up a small smile. "I'll be fine, Alphonse. And I'm taking it easy, okay?"

Waking up at eight instead of seven for training and focusing on her left arm instead of her right totally constituted as 'taking it easy.'

"Good," he nodded. "You need to let it heal and not strain your arm anymore until it does."

"I know," Setsuna nodded back. "It's my stronger arm, so the last thing I'll want to do is mess it up..."

"Mmm." Alphonse's eyes drifted away from Setsuna and down at the small town from their vantage point. He had fallen silent for a short while before he spoke up again; "Um, I did want to apologize for ending our night so abruptly on Tuesday..."

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