"Oh, I've had worse," Steve assures her with a smile; honestly, at least all this shit is straightforward. He feels useful. Like he can do some good, help her out.

And the pool was definitely not her fault.

"Seriously, though. You're dehydrated. Can't make more blood out of nothing." He moves to stand up, so he can get changed and get her what she needs. "Are you cold? You need more blankets?"