For her part, she's aware of what Dabi is like. Maybe not to the extent that it got to, but she knows that he's not like her, that he doesn't have the same level of empathy, or really much empathy at all. It had never been a dealbreaker before. But she also didn't know the extent to which Twice blamed himself for so much of what had happened, how deeply it had affected him until he'd sacrificed himself to their cause over it. That would hurt more than anything else when she learned about it.

Hand over his wrist, Magne nods and straightens back up again, though her elbow continues to rest against his.

"Sounds good. I'll warn you now, the bathrooms here aren't particularly private. I've been having to take whore's baths in my room just to keep the prying eyes away. You'll probably have to do the same. Let me know when you do, I can look over the sutures and make sure everything is holding," she offers.