[ Normally, such a mark on his face would have him fussing over it himself. But, he simply doesn't feel up to it and that is how it is. Starkly, Argenti doesn't feel regret, though he doesn't feel triumph either. ]

...Very well. Where? Back at the dorms?

[ Argenti tries to find his voice, blurts out words that seem silly, if only to say something. His mind registers that, well, Fray is here. Fray is still here, and...he is grateful for that. He's someone he's come to trust and to honestly care a good deal about. So, he's able to follow, ignoring the sting from the cut on his cheek. He's had worse.

He wonders if Fray has ever...no, he has a helmet on him all the time, doesn't he? He's curious about him, that secret, but Argenti wants to ask once they are where no one can overhear. ]

Truthfully, I wasn't expecting you to linger. Or...perhaps...

[ He pauses, trying to search for something. He thinks that once again he is grateful. Very grateful that Fray is here. If he wasn't, then...he doesn't know what he'd be doing right now. No, that's not right either. As he thinks on this, about Fray, he finally settles on something. ]

I am uncertain how to phrase this...my apologies. I dare to hope that it hardly isn't much trouble, however.