"How does that feel?"

Caramel Cube's fingers don't leave the patch bandage as she looks to Plasma Ball. Partly because she wants to offer some comfort to her teammate, and partly because she's a bit afraid to let go. Her fingertips graze the orange patch, over the cracks she knows run under it. 

"I'm okay. Doesn't hurt as much as dying." Plasma Ball reaches up to touch the patch, but her hand freezes in place. She sighs and her hand drops to the cushion.

"Still, glass doesn't heal by itself. It'd probably be better if I die and come back to life."

"I don't want to see you die!"

"Then don't watch?" Plasma Ball raises an eyebrow. Caramel Cube scoffs and shakes her head.

"That's not the point."

"Then what is?"

Caramel Cube waves around her free hand. "Not dying? We'll ask Gold Ingot if he has a way to weld you back together or something. I just don't want you to be in pain."

"Mmph." Plasma Ball crosses her arms and averts her gaze. "Alright, fine. Let's go then."

She pushes herself up- only to fall back down again.

"Ow! Augh, why?" she hisses, reaching for the patch again. Caramel Cube holds her arm in place, having let go of the patch when Plasma Ball tried to stand.

"Try not to touch it; the patch is covering it anyway." Caramel Cube lets go of Plasma Ball's arm, and she lowers it to the cushion again.

"This stupid injury caused the headache, I bet." She closes her eyes and sighs. "Guess I'm not moving."

"Do you want a painkiller?"

"No, no. If I just stay still, it doesn't hurt so much."

Caramel Cube nods. "If you say so. I'll get Gold Ingot for you."

"No, it's," Plasma Ball breathes, "it's fine. I'm sure the pain'll go away eventually."

"It's still better to fix you up."

"Not right now. I actually..." she clicks her tongue, "need your help with something. I need to see if I still work."

"Huh?" Caramel Cube raises an eyebrow. It's the first time she's heard of something like this.

Plasma Ball reaches behind her, and flicks a switch on her base. Caramel Cube watches, curious, but a little worried.

"I need you to, uh....touch me." Plasma Ball gestures to her glass head. "Anywhere here."

Caramel Cube gives her a quick once over. Did she hear that correctly?

"This isn't gonna hurt you, right?"

"It shouldn't."

Shouldn't. It still might. Caramel Cube presses her lips together, and slowly, carefully, reaches for Plasma Ball's cheek.

Her fingertips connect with the smooth glass. Five red strings of energy connect with her fingers, and Caramel Cube's eyes go wide as electricity sends goosebumps down her skin. The strings come from the coil centered in the glass dome, moving like waves towards her. She tingles with electricity; not enough to shock her, but enough to keep her touch there, entranced. A sharp staticky scent fills the air, like metal on her tongue.

"Alright, still working." Plasma Ball mutters. She glances up at Caramel's wide eyes, and smirks slightly. "Yeah, that's a thing I can do."

Caramel Cube's gaze breaks away from the dancing red strings of energy. "Since when?"

"Since forever. Being a plasma ball, you know. I'm filled with electricity."

Her eyes seem to be sparkling more than usual. She's proud of this. Caramel Cube lowers her palm onto the glass, and three more strings connect with her hand.

"That's really cool."

"Yeah. I didn't really have a reason to show it off, but now you know."

With her hand still on the glass, Caramel Cube grins at Plasma Ball. She glows with electricity, and Plasma Ball returns the grin.

Or maybe it's something else.

She tingles with energy, like the electricity jumpstarted her heart. Warmth flows through her body from her fingertips, caught in the dance of the red strings, and the electricity in Plasma Ball's eyes. She's glowing; beaming. Absolutely radiant. Sparking with an energy that drives life into Caramel Cube's actions and words.

Caramel Cube pulls herself out of her trance. She just noticed how weird it is to be caressing Plasma Ball's cheek like this. Her fingers curl back, and the red strings vanish.

She clears her throat.

"So...are you feeling any better?"

Her skin still tingles, wanting warmth and electricity coursing through it again. She swallows the urge to reach out and touch Plasma Ball.

"Yeah, I uh- I'll be okay now." Plasma Ball nods, reaching around her to flick the switch off. Her hands are unsteady.

Cautiously, she lifts herself from the cushion. Sharp pain ricochets in her head, but she grits her teeth and bears it. Though a little wobbly, she stands on two feet.

Caramel Cube doesn't hesitate to hold her steady.

"I got you."

Plasma Ball smiles, but doesn't quite meet Caramel Cube's warm gaze. "Thanks. Alright, let's go fix my head."

Caramel Cube adjusts herself so that Plasma Ball can lean on her. To her slight surprise, Plasma Ball doesn't resist or protest.

"Yeah. Let's go."