Following directions without complaint, Winnie lowered herself to the bed, hands at a loss as he took the rag from her. Instead she curled them into the fabric of her chemise, bunching the fabric around her knees in a tight grip. She stared at them, still avoiding his eyes. "Just my lip." She assured him quietly, afraid to move while he dabbed at her eyebrow. At least the split lip had stopped bleeding. It was sore as fuck though.

Wincing at the pressure on the wound, she hissed in protest, but did not move away. All of her energy was gone after everything that had happened over the last few hours and frankly she wanted to take a tonic and go to sleep, which Dory had promptly interrupted... only she couldn't find it within herself to be angry with him. In fact she was relieved he was here, even if he was keeping her from passing out.