Anything that could dull the bitterness would be fine for Dove, even if she was sitting there, piling the sugar into her drink and hoping that Avery didn't comment on it. She did smirk a little at Avery's little joke though. "It is, and it's my right hand mostly. I keep forgetting and using it or just hitting it against something and it's like 'ow, oh yeah, that hurts'. So I guess I might make it worse."
Although bruised hands weren't that bad. It could've been worse, but it was an annoyance that Dove was constantly bumping and noticing. Which made her less inclined towards doing things which was a bad bad thing.
Turning her attention back to Avery, letting her coffee cool, Dove settled her hands in her lap, knuckles up. "That's okay. I don't think I have any others. I was a cheerleader, so maybe some muscle tears and pulls, but nothing lasting." At least nothing she knew about.