And for her part, Hana pulled her feet up, drawing her knees close to her chest on the couch and wrapping her arms around her legs, turning her head and resting it against her knees as she looked at Jason. He looked so tired, which a look only made worse by how beat up he looked. Obviously he got his ass kicked. But it wasn't so easy to guess how he might have gotten his ass kicked. He got into far too much trouble, she had at least three different guesses.

"Monsters outside the wall?" she muttered, but she promptly shook her head. No, that couldn't be it. If it were monsters outside the wall, he'd be way more banged up. This looked like the kind of injury you'd get fighting another person. Her gaze was fixed on his lips.

"Trouble with crooks on the street? Or... bar brawl?"

She sighed. As 'fun' as this guessing game was, it wasn't the reason she sought him out. She was here because one of her best friends was suddenly avoiding her, and that hurt. She thought she'd gotten past that wall of his, but now it felt like he was building it back up. Why? Did she hurt him? How?

"Okay, look. I didn't come here to give you crap about your bruises. Why are you avoiding me?"