[While his overall condition seemed fine, the simple fact that Setsuna had the burns to begin with was incredibly worrisome. Turning, he saw that Tieria had managed to get up, but was still unsteady. His next step was to cross in, help the Meister into a recliner, and lock the front door.]
You mean sleepwalking? [His gaze was fretful, his hands working at salving and dressing Setsuna's wounds with practiced ease.] How long has this been going on?
[To Setsuna:] Shh, relax. Let's get you patched up, first...