Being the product of someone's nightmare would be a first for me, but I'm hardly offended. [ Otome turns to beckon him over to the supply closet, where one entire shelf is just stacked with bandages. There's a clipboard hanging on the back of the door, one she'll pull free. ]

We all get anxious when we've been pulled from our homes and families, and your situation has taken it a step further. But I assure you, we're also trying to find a way to return you to where you belong. [ Between battles and the aftermaths, anyway. ]