What. Child. Oh god, what? She wraps her arms around him without really grasping what's happening. It's instinctual. One hand's in his hair and the other's around his shoulders.

"C-careful, kid. I'm not sure I'm all together, here.

She's gotta still be bleeding right? Like wounds like that one didn't just go away. Stitches? Those would rip open if she wasn't careful but it didn't hurt like it did before. Is she drugged? She wishes she knew what the hell was happening. But despite the weak warning, she isn't letting go.