She felt her face contort as his did, sympathy pain shooting through her, something she'd later deny if asked about. She didn't want to cause him pain, even if he possibly deserved it for all the crap he'd put her through in the past. Emotions were hard enough for her as it was, she didn't need him to complicate things.

"I know you're going to be just fine so long as you don't get an infection."

Carefully she began to clean the wound, hissing softly once she'd wiped away enough of the blood to get a clear view of the damage. He'd probably had worse, she figured, but it didn't look good. Luckily her hands were steadier now than they had been a moment earlier. The steadier she was, the cleaner and less permanent this little event would be.

Another towel would be needed, however. The one they were currently using was already spent.

"You want me to stitch it or do you want me to get Dick?"