Chili's remark stung in two ways: he truly was getting jabs in while he was down and out, and it made Cress feel like he wanted to pace backwards in time and bite his tongue before he could add any kind of astringency to his lecture- which he still felt justified in dishing out. Had he not been so worried, then maybe he would feel less regret for reminding Chili of his bad decisions, but Cress had just feared for his brother's life countless times from the second he heard of the fight and the moment he stood next to his bed now, and the blue-haired triplet softened like butter.

"I won't make you talk so much right now. You may explain yourself later. Please rest." He reached over to place his hand over his shoulder.