Abby feels better already from glancing up to see him crane his head around the door frame of the bathroom, his mouth in a line. His neutral expression. He's just fine.

"Okay." She trusts him to know this; he understands his own body better than anybody else ever could, he's proven it time and time again. But– "Can I look at it anyway?"

Nico looks guilty for some reason. Abby is going to process that second. Lev's got his hands held in a basin of water when she comes to check, and the temperature isn't too hot when she tests it, which is good. His fingers are pink. She doesn't try to touch them, though. "Are they sore?"