Her hurried thoughts and near panic, her need to scream, all manifest through the distorted empathy link between their halos. He feels it crash against him, and Federico clenches his jaw, focusing on the bandages, allowing it to wash around him, through him. He's...had much practice.

"I see. It is still good to alleviate the pain now. New supplies can always be procured." .....more dubious in this strange place, with no access to the clinic. Hmm. Unease rolls off of him, so much so she'd probably be able to feel it too, even if his face doesn't show it at all. "Natural regeneration...do you possess healing arts?"

He pauses, blinking, as he wraps her wrist with precision. "No thanks is required, Signora. It is my duty to protect all passengers of this landship. As you are Sunday's sister, someone dear to him, it is even more imperative that I aid you."

Thing is, through all the discordant resonance and static, Robin will not get any pity from Federico's side. Only mild surprise, determination, earnestness, and...some pain. But that's an undercurrent to everything else. He sets her arm down carefully.

"Might I ask what harmed you so?"