"How good are you gonna be at it if you bleed out?" She shoots back, a deadpan meant to bite while lacking any real teeth. The sentiment is too selfless to hate, after all. "I'm guarding the pack of you right now, those aren't going anywhere."

All the while she's appraising his leg, as best as one can without touching or turning it.

"First thing once you're bandaged, alright? You need it."