[Laura blinks, a little baffled. After all, he's the one who should be getting looked over. It doesn't bother her to offer her hands and let him look at what is only just traces of blood; the rest of her looks more or less the same, albeit rumpled.]

I'm fine. I don't stay hurt, and I'm very good at fighting. [Once he's done, she thinks it's only fair that she turn his hands over and look at his. Scraped up and bruised — not shocking. With a furrow of her brow and a skeptical frown, she looks up at him.] You need to worry more about yourself; You can't help other people if you do not help yourself.

[Leon S. Kennedy, lectured by child.

Welcome to Etraya!]