"Ellie. I'm fine. I know how to deal with wounds that impede functionality." He does lift his three layers of shirt, though, to show her the clean bandage over his ribs. "There's one on my left leg and right arm. There might have been a cracked rib, but I think it's mostly knitted up now." And there's nothing to do for ribs but wrap them, anyway.
"Don't you Ellie me," she chides lightly, rolling her eyes. "But you're right, we won't be doing anything crazy with those injuries. I'll figure out something fun for us to do."
She thinks she knows him pretty well, by now. Shouldn't be too hard. Though, a thought does come to mind.
"... you do know that your safety comes first before anyone else's, don't you? I'm always gonna wanna know if you're okay, and if someone comes at you for whatever reason? Fuck 'em. They get what they deserve."
He looks kind of warily skeptical of that, as he pulls his shirts back down. But he says, "Okay." Because it's definitely not worth arguing about, even though he's pretty sure her safety and Steve's and Godric's, and a lot of other people's, are going to be much, much more important than his own.
Then, because he can recognize now-- with the report and its unexpected results behind him-- that she looks like she just rolled out of bed, he adds, "I should probably. Let you get back to sleep."
Ellie eyes him, knowing that okay doesn't necessarily mean he gets why she's saying what she's saying.
"I should have been up, anyway," she says, rubbing her face, and catching a whiff of--herself? Gross. "It's probably time to eat, and I think you could use some company for a while longer. So, give me like ten minutes to shower and change my clothes and we can go see what there is to eat?"
Smart girl. He absolutely doesn't get it. But this is okay, he can wait, and he's not generally one to say no to company and food. So he settles a little more on her couch, ready to be patient. "Sure."
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She thinks she knows him pretty well, by now. Shouldn't be too hard. Though, a thought does come to mind.
"... you do know that your safety comes first before anyone else's, don't you? I'm always gonna wanna know if you're okay, and if someone comes at you for whatever reason? Fuck 'em. They get what they deserve."
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Then, because he can recognize now-- with the report and its unexpected results behind him-- that she looks like she just rolled out of bed, he adds, "I should probably. Let you get back to sleep."
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"I should have been up, anyway," she says, rubbing her face, and catching a whiff of--herself? Gross. "It's probably time to eat, and I think you could use some company for a while longer. So, give me like ten minutes to shower and change my clothes and we can go see what there is to eat?"
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