"That's a good idea." She can only imagine how guilty he's feeling. Anything to help with that. "We should do that."

She hisses softly at the sting but doesn't pull away. He's so gentle. It's relaxing when it isn't actually stinging. "Thank you. Is it bad?" The bruises are blossoming everywhere, but the scrapes are concentrated around where more protective clothes would have had openings: face, shoulders, wrists, hands, waist. None of them are bad.