I've seen worse.

[ She's had to pull some bullets out of Booker in the past, after all. ]

Here, let me - let me just keep your mind off of it. If you'd rather treat yourself without worrying about the pain.

[ She's vulnerable at this point and any human contact is better than none. Elizabeth finds herself crouching by him, one hand slipping onto his knee and giving it a squeeze. A reassuring one, not a pervy one. It was to distract him, her palm patting against his leg. It was a tactic she read about - how children deal with getting shots without crying... So she applies it in the dumbest way. ]

Why...? He seemed fine today. He was with Fiona.

[ Traitor, etc. ]

Ah... you didn't want to put blood in the water... predators and such. [ If he's going to stitch himself up, she closes her eyes and lets him do it without too much of her pestering. ] I do hope you've closed your own wounds before. It's not as easy as it looks.

[ Sorry for the sass, she's so emotional. ]

I'm sorry, just today has been - .. hah... a day. I guess...? I want to make sure you're alright.