Sometimes maintenance is cleaning the arm. Sometimes maintenance is wiping one's nose when it starts to run because it's fucking cold outside. Sometimes it's drying one's eyes because one cries way too easily, these days. It's all good, Misty.

"I have levity," Soldat protests. Very soberly and seriously. "I'm very funny, Misty." And because the idea of a hug is confining and makes their head pound a little harder, the do the next best thing and put their hand around her wrist for a gentle squeeze. "And this is a wrist-hug." See? Sense of humor. They have levity. So there.