In a few days it should be healed, but perhaps Markus was worried about infection. Dolores had heard how quickly wounds could turn deadly, even seemingly small ones. Her knowledge on the matter was pretty limited to the ignorance of her artificial time period, not knowing how to properly sterilize or even the necessity of it. And all her various injuries and damages weren’t taken care of naturally at all, simply fixed in a lab prior to reset. Nobody was here to patch her up properly, and she remained unaware that such a thing was even procedure. For all she knew, it would take care of itself.
She nodded to accept Connor’s offer, even if it didn’t seem necessary, still regretting how harshly she pushed him away last time he tried to offer his help. She still wasn’t sure how to make up for it.
“Unreal. Real. Does it matter if you can’t tell the difference?” She frowned, repeating words that did not seem like her own. “I’m glad you arrived at a safer time. Despite it’s strangeness, this place is...” Dolores’ eyes scanned the room, “nice.” Wanting to change the subject, away from the horrible place, she glanced between the two men. “How long have you two known each other? If that’s not too forward.”