#system on system interaction...

"You know, I don't know why everyone is so afraid of you. You're plenty nice to me," Steven murmurs, using the side of his arm to adjust his glasses without using his hands. His hands are busy, his fingertips stained red as he helps her stitch a fresh wound closed. She's smart and strong enough to do it herself but it feels nice to be able to help with this. His own system doesn't let him help with such bloody, violent things often. His role has always been to take more of the emotional/verbal blows than physical. "You need a nickname, Azrae. It's no fair Jeannie gets all the nicknames. I think Azzie suits you."