A man of few words. Finland was aware of that. He wasn't by now, it would have been surprising. For the moment though, Finland was quiet as well, letting Sweden's hands run over the bruises on his arms. On some of the darker bruises, he winced when they were touched, but only for a moment. They really were only bruises even if they were bad.

At the question, Finland looked up to meet Sweden's gaze. Sometime he didn't understand how Sweden's train of thought reached certain thoughts. Being as quiet as he was and the fact that Finland voiced a lot of his thoughts, it was easy to see how there was a disconnect.

"Yeah, everything is okay there."