[ Weiss feels bad about what she did. That much is obvious. She listens to him quietly, nodding, then moves to sit down on the edge of the couch next to him. ]

I'm glad you're alive.

[ She knows he was worried about that, even back then- that he didn't think he was going to make it through that war. She knows she just spilled her guts in probably the most detailed way she had about what happened, period. ]

May I try something? I can't promise it'll actually work and I've never tried it before, but in theory it might help. And if it doesn't I've got triple-antibiotic ointment cream with something that numbs in it.

[ Hey, injured people happen outside of their world. Sometimes you need a first aid kit for visitors. ]