[Envy holds still while she wraps his hands, unusually still for him. Normally he'd fidget or complain about how human bodies get hurt so easily or something. But he doesn't move a bit, eyes focused downwards on his hands instead of meeting her eyes.]

...trees, mostly. I wasn't--I didn't punch them straight on, I know better than THAT. But I hit them enough for all that, I guess. I didn't really notice.