[Estelle's frown deepens for a moment as she looks at Ange's arm, but she can tell it isn't horribly bad. Taking off her gloves, she kneels down in front of Ange, her hands hovering just above the other girl's arms.]

I'm not sure if this is the time to be joking. [HEY SHE CAUGHT THAT IT WAS A JOKE...! And she smiles slightly as she says it, so she's joking in her own way too.] I'm going to take care of your arms before your head. The wound on your head doesn't look that bad, so is this alright?