Ken's thinking roughly mirrors Lightning's own, though she's on her way to the medical carriage for a quick pit-stop first. So when she enters the games area from the garden, arms laden with a library book and her old woollen blanket it's to a kid nodding off over a pile of cards.

Huh. You wouldn't have guessed he'd been in a berserk rage a few hours before, screaming defiance at an army of demons. It's strange, that she hasn't really had a chance to talk to him... There's something to it, something that drove him into that state. But she's not gonna poke so soon.

Doesn't mean she can't make sure he's alright, though. She stops, tilts her head... and carefully drapes her blanket over his shoulders, trying not to disturb him. If he doesn't stir too much, she settles on the floor nearby, leaning into a beanbag, and opens her book.