She flinched when he grabbed her wrist, turning to look up at him, her face holding a stormy expression. "I'm doing fine," she said stubbornly, looking from Jasper and back towards where Luther still stood, then back up to the other man. "I'm... I'm coping. You don't need to spend money on this. You don't have the money to spend. You won't even buy yourself food, let alone a hospital stay for me!"
Isobel tried to twist out of his hand, her face creasing in discomfort. "Please. Let me go. Just... let me go and leave me alone. I'll be fine. I promise I'll be fine." She turned to look back up towards Jasper, those blue eyes watery with tears.