"Aren't we all, though?" Brigitte offers. "Carrying pain, I mean. But -- I also understand your point. Some people are already carrying a lot, or more than usual, and should not add on more. Secure your own oxygen mask before helping others. It's a pretty important concept."

She might be desperate to help others, but she knew triage. Priorities. If she, the medic, was wounded in a battlefield situation, she'd have to take care of herself before she could even begin to attend to others -- and if that concept applied to physical injuries, it could apply to emotional ones too.

"When it comes to this thing," she taps her wrist, "I would only take on as much as I know I can handle. But not everyone knows their limits. So. Yeah, I get your worries."

(Meanwhile, in the back of her head, that little to-do marked check on Rinoa grew even bigger.)