[She pushes herself to sit, cradling her arm with a pained hiss; it feels mangled beneath the shredded, blood soaked sleeve but she doesn't want to look. Or think about it, because she's not sure what she'll do if it's a bite under all that. She just swallows hard and instead she blinks at Spike. Just as confused she reaches forward tentatively towards him, not quite setting her good hand against him or his wounds.]