Shifting forward to sit on her knees, Kyoko bends her head to the task, shamefully glad for the excuse to not look Shinji in the eye. But maybe he wouldn't mind that either; it might be better to give him a little privacy with his teary face.

A couple more quiet moments pass, with just the ginger pressing of bandages over the banged up spots on his palms, before she manages to pipe up again. "Um... so you know, I really didn't know it was you, until you told me your name. I didn't guess at all." It feels important to make that clear, as long as he's letting her stick around.