"Probably would be better if there isn't a next time." M'gann's voice drops as she moves closer. Her hand stays outstretched, and then with a huge amount of care she rests it on Robin's shoulder.

"...Have you been keeping up with contact?" She regrets asking almost immediately. M'gann herself has only barely been staying on top of it; something a low pain in the back of her head reminds her of. "Just- that explains why you aren't feeling so well."

She'd like to think it isn't all because of her. Maybe. Hopefully.