No, I mean it. I'm not injured. [ He holds up a hand, with a small stain on the knuckle, but it wipes away easily enough. The thing about not knowing to punch someone right in the mouth is not realizing you don't do it because people have teeth.
Ashton attempts a smile, but it's forced. ] See? There's not a scratch on me. [ Then he gently takes hold of her fingers and lowers the hands away from his face, giving the trembling a concerned look. ] Please, don't worry. The hospital is ... it's really far, isn't it? [ All the way on the other side of the dome, in fact. ]