Amber did as he asked and walked into his room, shutting the door behind her. She nibbled nervously on her lip, staring at his back with concern and confusion. Her tentativeness dissolved, however, when she realized that he was injured – someone had actually managed to injure him? – and she quickly closed the distance to his bed. “Raph – what happened?” She gently touched his shoulder, urging him to turn towards her. Throughout all their training, Amber had tried (and failed) to strike Raph with small jolts of electricity. She had started thinking it’d be impossible to land a blow, ever; but clearly, that wasn’t the case.
She rested her chin gently on his shoulder. He’d lost someone, he said, and now he was showing back up at Limbo looking like this. West had gotten into lots of fights and came home looking like this plenty of times, effectively scaring her and his kids, but this was so, so different. With West, stuff like that was practically expected. With Raph? Not so much.
“What do you need?” She asked quietly. It seemed like a better question than are you okay, which was the stock question in situations like this.