There was no GAME, Trunks. The burn was more serious, and she almost opened her mouth to say as much when Tamaki pointed it out himself. She sat up a bit, legs crossed each other and she sat meditative style for the moment. A look of 'see? Told you it looked bad.'. "Chemicals will keep burning into your skin, Trunks. My hand is closed. The blood's clotted. It can wait a moment longer."

And then Hima brought her some food as well, sitting it near by, with a drink. She took the drink and took a long, long sip, sighing. "Thank you." Before sitting it down to the side and promptly allowing herself to fall over into the large soft spot, curling to her side for a moment and pulling the jacket, that she completely forgot she was still wearing, closer around her, letting her eyes close. "Mmm, but sleep sounds so much better than anything else."

Himawari moved about to get some warm water though, and a cloth. She wouldn't wash the others hand, but would have it warm and ready if Tamaki needed it. She still hadn't explained her... luck issue, more used to hiding it still.