[ It's his turn to stiffen up slightly, the tension across his shoulders noticeable especially because his body is turned towards her, assessing her injuries as they walk. The question's agitated him, but he tries not to let it show, even if the circles under his eyes are pretty evident, even without close inspection.

He shrugs, forcing himself to let go of the tightness in his body. ]

Who cares? What the fuck were you doing that you ended up like that?

[ Redirect. Redirecting is easier, especially when the question is entirely genuine, Toreth taking in the state of her wrist and sleeve, and that blood, fuck. ]

You sure gave somebody a run for their money. The question is, did you do that literally, or figuratively?