[ he cracks it as a joke but raises his brow when, observing her as she gathers up first aid materials, he realizes that's exactly what she's going to do. it doesn't seem necessary, especially when he had just planned to hop into the shower later to wash off the blood and let the wounds heal on their own, adding to the already existing collection of scars.

but he doesn't fight her off, either, when she sits at his side and starts washing his skin clean of the blood stains. ]

Anyone ever tell you you're bossy as hell? [ the question's rhetorical. he can tell with a girl like her, she's probably been told it a few hundred times.

even with a bit of a resting pout on his face, he watches her fingers as they move. ] You do this kind of thing often? Come racing to a poor guy's rescue after he gets beaten down?