It's a waste of energy, stupid. [ Gen huffs another sigh, brow furrowing as he takes Lottie's hand and carefully turns it one way, then another, to look it over. ] And what does it get you, huh? Why do you think you're always getting bullied by those guys? It's cause you're always sniffling and crying like this. Just grit your teeth and bear it.

[ A pause before his voice lowers to a quieter mumble, almost lost under the sound of the wings that lay twitching and rustling against his throat. ]

You're better than this.

[ It would be a stretch to all his tone of voice gentle at all, especially given his brusque wording and the clear disconnect between the current situation and where he apparently thinks he is. But at least that delinquent veneer usually laid thick over his demeanor is gone in this moment, and Gen sounds younger, almost boyish without it. There's no real anger or irritation in his voice, just an oddly youthful note of stern indignity. Like he's really meaning the best for her, even if his words are harsh. ]

... it's just a scrape, you'll be fine.

[ Too bad whatever meager comfort Lottie might have gleaned from those words is immediately squelched by Gen letting go of her hand without warning. And unless her reflexes are enough to quickly withdraw it, well ... it sure wasn't being held that high above the pavement. ]