Her own arm draped gently over his shoulder, tucking him in against her. She snorted at that. "Screw dignity. I'd rather see you whole and in a mumu than beat to hell and pristine in a suit."

Turning her head to look at him, she ran a careful finger under the scrape on his face, sighing. "You should eat something. I can't cook for hell, but I could order something. Is there anything you need?"