[No, Elsa isn't bleeding. In fact, she looks as if yesterday hadn't happened at all. She's dressed for a day by the pool, in a black one-piece bathing suit under a pink wrap-around skirt and a light jacket-top to cover up tje few cuts that are still healing. It's a stark contrast to how he feels, of course, but appearanced count for a lot. She is going to deflect as much suspiciok as possible of them, an additional effort on her part to try and make amends.

When Tsuzuki all but curls into himself, Elsa crosses the room and goes to him, stye fabric of her looser garments billowing behind her.]

That's all the answer I need to the question of how you're doing. I'm so sorry, Tsuzuki.

[How many times has she said that since yesterday? She can't remember anymore, can't remember if she's told him already. It doesn't matter, though. It's still merited.]

I'm sorry all of this was pointless, in the end.