It makes no difference to Raine, it's true; she regularly sees people vulnerable. It's the willingly-given vulnerability that matters more to her. If he doesn't bring it up, she has no plans to mention his injuries now.

She supposes it's a fair request. She picks up a slate and chalk from her desk, dislodging a notebook or two to do so, and begins writing out letters, perfectly spaced. The angelic letters curve and circle, with barely a hard corner to be seen among them, and judging by the number there's certainly not a perfect correspondence to English lettering. "The alphabet," she explains after a moment, handing it over. One of her notebooks is flipped open to a page full of tight angelic script, and this displayed in Devin's direction.

"There's no way to return to our worlds on purpose, it's true." Raine dips her head in agreement. "However, all of us were brought here in the first place, and even those of us from worlds who aren't Earth find through-lines of their worlds in those of others. In other words, there must be something that connects every world, something that they all have in common. If I can learn about it, and learn how to use it-- it would be a benefit for many people." The press at her wedding-ring isn't entirely conscious.