The leg? [he's adoring, really - even when he runs his hand along her injured leg, stopping at her calf and gripping. he only wants to elicit a tiny bit more pain with a smile. nothing too bad, he's felt worse under his palm. he hums,] Ouch. C'mon, I brought something for you. Didn't think you'd wanna wait the whole drive back.

[appreciate all that he does for her. up and at 'em! he's done this too many times. he scoops his arms beneath her and with a grunt, lifts her up to be held against him and carries her back out toward his car, gets her situated on the hood and very unceremoniously drags a screaming, tied-up man out from the trunk. he drops him down with a thud, looking like a cat who's brought their owner a present.]

Nice, right? Or, [crushing his face with the bottom of his shoe to shut him up-] do you want me to wrap your leg up instead?