Winnie visibly recoiled at his touch and it took all of her willpower not to wrench herself from his grasp. That visceral reaction ignited something in her that equated to panic and Winnie tried to push it down with a deep, rattling sigh. "Fine," She breathed, unable to say much of anything else without betraying to myriad of emotions bubbling under the surface. She didn't have the energy or the bite in her to fight with him at the moment.

Still unsure was to what to do with her hands, Winnie, fidgeted with the towel in her hands. She was familiar with blood and all sorts of other bodily fluids, but somehow it felt different when it was her own. "Just stop looking at me like that." Alright, maybe she had a little of her usual bite. She desperately needed some sort of familiarity to get through this. She would circle back around to the mediwitch later.