First, Cygne was talking about it as if this was something she'd been actively doing - or at least, had already done. That there already was blood on her hands. But now she spoke as if it was a hypothetical, rather than anything that's actually going on. Though she tried to play it off... They had noticed the lie for what it was.

But though a gentle frown crossed their face, they kept silent about it. Perhaps... They should just let this one be. Else, the two of them would be talking in circles, or some wild spiral... Besides, if they could figure out a way to help Cygne take a more honest path on this, that'd resolve everything far more peacefully than otherwise, right?

It'd certainly be a better resolution, than trying to arrest the girlfriend of their savior-mentor-maybe-they-arent-sure-yet-brother.

However, El blinked as they noticed the aborted shoulderpat, and... Reaching out, they took her hand and squeezed it. She didn't want them to worry, but well. "It's... a bit too late for that, I think." They spoke with what was almost a moment of levity, a moment of cheek. "Besides - I can't sit by idly, when someone needs help. Even if there's only so much I can do right now... Helping you'll still be on my mind, okay?"

The offered cane, however, would be met with a shake of El's head. "It's okay; your ankle's still healing, right?" They questioned, gently pushing it back into Cygne's hands. "Don't - uhm - don't try to strain it too much, until a doctor says it's healed up, alright?" They added in gentle warning. "Joints are funky 'n fragile - if you don't take good care of them, you'll regret it later..."