[ He tries for a smile. ]

Pretty sure I don't have your figure for it, but thanks for the compliment.

[ -- and he does, too, but there's still dried blood on her skin, and it reminds him of the way his hands were slick with it, how it soaked his sleeves as he held her as she fell silent and no, please, you said you wouldn't leave--

He clears his throat again. ]

Go on, get yourself cleaned up. Then we can worry about getting you something pretty.