[She mimics the action unknowingly, a phantom pain in her heart, and she studies him for a moment just to be sure that it's totally her brother before she moves forward again, the thorns parting and blossoming again.]

You're not, Black. You're a lot stronger than you think you are.

[But she won't slump against him like she wants to. Instead, White simply takes his injured hand and turns it over, smiling slightly. Tiredly. Maybe she can get someone to teach her how to heal...]

You're just also clumsy and stupid. I'll get you a band-aid if you get me something to eat. Okay?