[The sound he hears in response to his message leaves concern twisting inside him-- and, perhaps, a twinge of something else. Fortunately for himself, Thane still has not taken to addressing anyone on the network beyond text. Tying his appearance to his name is something he's trying to avoid, and his voice would be entirely too obvious if someone were ever to meet him.]

A child using aluminium to draw? That's not exactly something I would have pictured. It doesn't sound very safe at all, although I understand now your request for one.

Are you all right?

It's.. ah better than it sounds. [ Is all he can offer in explanation. Perhaps he could tell more at another time, but with the way his body was taunting him he wasn't able to think of a better answer for him. His reply is still voice, if only because he didn't have the capacity to text at the moment. ]

Oh, I'm just peachy. [ A slow, pitiful sigh, that he tries to muffle. ] You know-- just another day in Ariel. [ He tries to laugh but it sends a pulse of pain through his ribs and rips another groan from him. ]

[It's difficult to offer comfort over written word--so to speak--and he wishes he could do more. But beyond the packages, Thane has little else to offer through this particular medium of his.]

Another day that's taken a rather harsh turn. Please take care of yourself, Nivans.

Yeah... [ He's quiet for a moment, because it means something that people at least attempt to give a shit in this place, sometimes. ] Thanks. You too.