He did not look up to meet her eyes, the line between his own betraying his concentration on what he was doing. "Mmmm," he said, in doubt but eventual agreement. They were deep but at least they'd stopped bleeding. He'd just keep an eye on her and usher her off to the hospital if she didn't go herself. He didn't find that likely. Ella was the sort that paid attention and took proper care of herself. It amused him to imagine that she might need his interference, but he certainly wouldn't hesitate to use it should it become necessary.
Putting the jar down on the counter, he straightened the neck of the shirt and very much kept his hands to himself while doing it. "Who?" he asked, distractedly.