"I think yours is closer," Setsuna absently mutters to that. Whatever's closest just makes the most sense. As for his gratitude, Setsuna can't help himself, but focus on the fact Garrett kept things from being worse.

Once on the bed, he licks his lips and stares at the glass of water. He can't drink it lying on his stomach.

Setsuna shakes his head, "It won't scar. As soon as my back stops hurting, I'll bring out my wings." Tired, and in pain still, as he was, it was the best way Setsuna could explain.