Passing through the hallway, Gahuan spots the rookie leaning against the wall next to the infirmary door. A blood-stained bandage is loosely wrapped around their arm, and faint, wet bloodstains remain on the hem of the uniform jacket tied around their waist.

He stops in his tracks for a moment. His gaze sweeps over the bandage, then the face, and returns to the bandage.

He has already heard that this wasn't a wound inflicted by an enemy this time either. Apparently, after the battle ended, they didn't check their surroundings properly, tripped over debris, and scraped their arm on a metal fragment. How stupid.

Gahuan approaches silently and stands in front of the rookie. A brief silence. He slowly raises a finger.

And then.

Tap.

A single flick lands on the forehead. A small 'ow' escapes. This one really is a fool.

"Your body can't keep up with your head."