[ much like him, elektra has been ignoring sound medical advice and plunging into the water to save as many from drowning as she can in spite of what feels like a bruised rib or two. the bruising probably wasn't too bad initially if she'd still felt capable enough to attempt rescuing people, but after a few hours of dragging people back to the shore (and that's an appropriate term for it, her altruism only extends so far), she's out of breath and feeling like her ribcage is being squeezed by a boa constrictor.
spotting matthew on the shore, she makes her way over as quickly as her own waterlogged, exhausted form will allow and settles beside him, looking him over without touching him in spite of her instinctive urges, doubting that he'll appreciate it. she knows he'll hear her heartbeat in spite of the chaos, and probably her labored breathing, but her concern is his shoulder, which looks bruised and swollen. ]
What happened?
[ yes, she can tell he's upset and would probably rather be alone, but she knows him well enough to know he's pushed himself just as far as her in spite of an injury. probably much further. ]
recovery.
spotting matthew on the shore, she makes her way over as quickly as her own waterlogged, exhausted form will allow and settles beside him, looking him over without touching him in spite of her instinctive urges, doubting that he'll appreciate it. she knows he'll hear her heartbeat in spite of the chaos, and probably her labored breathing, but her concern is his shoulder, which looks bruised and swollen. ]
What happened?
[ yes, she can tell he's upset and would probably rather be alone, but she knows him well enough to know he's pushed himself just as far as her in spite of an injury. probably much further. ]