[Apollo sighs, fighting the urge to rub at his forehead.]

Next time you practice with the knives, I'm going to stay in the room with you. [His voice is firm, allowing for no arguments.] Telling you "no" isn't going to cut it. I'm not stupid enough to think you won't run off and practice on your own again as soon as I'm looking away.

[He hasn't missed the way she's staring at the door, either. To keep her from escaping, he puts a hand on her shoulder.] It's just antibacterial ointment, Trucy. I'm putting it on after I clean the cut.