"Hey-- don't do that, you might make it worse." He sets his hands on Epsilon's, aiming to pull his fingers gently away from the splits in the vine, or at least loosen his grip. And he is very gentle about it; he knows Epsilon isn't quite so fragile as he looks, but his hands in particular always seem so small and delicate next to Ginko's own. Especially considering his own inhuman strength, he feels like he's got to be careful.

He can't fully ignore Epsilon's comment, though, can he. Shit. He glances up at him and manages a small smile as he examines the fissures in his vine. "It's already healing. I'm alright."

...Of course, that's only going to be so convincing when his voice is still hoarse and the bruises are still visible and Epsilon is still Epsilon. They'll need to talk about it in more depth later, that much is for sure - but not while Ginko is looking over Epsilon's much fresher injury. And just pushing the topic back to that probably won't work very well.

One of his ears flicks at the sound of movement, and he turns to see Faust apparently trying to sneak off. Ah, perfect. That should be cleared up anyway - properly, not just with Faust stumbling over himself and then trying to leave the room.

"Uh-- Faust, this is Epsilon. He's a friend from that last world I mentioned."