"Hm? Oh, this?" He speaks as if he had forgotten entirely about the thing, though in reality, he has been deeply worried. He lifts his hand, gazes upon it, the way the sunlight from the open window streams in and make the healing cut appear a bright red. Alecto hasn't seen this color on his body in a long, long time.

His bottom lip trembles slightly as he takes in a breath. He turns his face slightly away so that Joshua can see nothing more than just the fine slice of his jawline. "It's nothing. I was tending to the garden yesterday and got caught on a thorn." Pause. "I hardly even noticed."