Oh that look on his face; Winnie was fairly certain she had never seen it before and she would like to never see it again.

"I'm fine, it's fine. It's been... handled." Unusually flustered, Winnie wasn't sure what to do with her hands, or him, or whatever it was that was happening. Maybe it was a delayed reaction to the attack, now that she was home and safe, but she did not like the feeling settling over her. Winnie had never felt this sort of powerless in her entire life, even when Kit had been missing, and she hated it. She hated even more that Dory was still looking at her like that.

She turned away, because she couldn't quite meet his eye and grabbed the cloth she had been using to stem the flow from her eyebrow. In the dim light of her room, she hoped things didn't look as bad as they felt, but she was sure he was inspecting every inch of her and she had no idea how to cope with it.