Is This What We Call Consideration? [Abalia, Makoto]

"I appreciate your volunteering, Makoto."

In truth, Abalia had thought of continuing on, and telling Makoto that she would not ask her to join any such group when she was still injured such as this. However, she did not particularly wish to do so, given it would likely just lead to more conflict on the matter. If she wished to assist, then Abalia had to accept that much. It was what friends did, whether or not she liked the thought.

"I will speak with the medical staff regarding your recovery. If you are able to return home and recuperate there, then I will ask they let you do so. If not, then I will simply have them send you home at the first opportunity. You must understand that I do not wish to let any significant injury go unaddressed."

Even if she knew that the hakuda teacher had likely not caused any significant damage to Makoto, she still would not wish to put her health at any unnecessary risk. Still, it seemed rather obvious to Abalia that Makoto was unhappy here, a display of discomfort that was quite unlike what Abalia had seen of her before. That, in itself, made the matter seem more pressing.

"You will not spend any more time here than is absolutely necessary. You have my word."

She wanted to protest the idea of being made to stay here, even if it was required but the sentences forming in her head didn't make it out of her lips. Her eyes said as much as those words would've though, she was scared of the idea. Her earlier protests with the nurse was driven by it.

"Thank you, Abalia."

Makoto muttered it while sitting back to lay back in bed and stare out the window. She hated being reminded of when they found her covered in blood after that night and kept her in a small shoddy hospital because they had thought she had been attacked. It just wasn't her blood all over her though. Hospitals were the worst, she'd wait it out though because Abalia asked her to.