[Ryuji will go about taking them, palm to palm. He raises them up, and down, and notices that she's got a certain tremble to her from overexertion. As a person who stayed up into the late hours of the night palace diving, he knows that feeling.]

You're pushin' yourself way too hard. You gotta ease into it, or else you're gonna hurt yourself.

[Maybe, if he had continued down the path he was originally meant for, he could've scrambled himself up some funds, gone to college, got a physical therapy certificate. He's not great at healing arts, but he knows about the ways bodies move and the way that they're not supposed to move, and Kaede pushing too hard is a sign of someone who doesn't know what they're doing with their body.

He flexes her wrist down. Qrow told him that she played the piano, and he spreads out her fingers, looking at how soft and nimble they are. If it's flustering for Kaede, it's definitely not for Ryuji, since being physical and forward is pretty much his day-to-day, and he's really just trying to put together what he wants to say.]

I don't think you've got the wrists for this shit.

[Blunt, just like his weapon of choice.]

You're s'posed to strike with your strength, y'know?

[Looking up at her, his eyes search around, and he's sadly, in a way, reminded of Ann. He'd do the same if it were her.]

Why don't you use something like a whip? It's got range to it, so you don't have to be all up in your opponent's grill, and it's more about wrist movement than actually strikin' something.

[He'll let go at this point.]

Looks like you've got a ton of flexibility in your hands. Akira's kinda the same way. He uses daggers 'cause of it.