His small attempt at lightening the mood did not go unnoticed; Gretel met his eyes, her lips twitched toward one cheek in reaction, albeit in a very small way- it was still genuine. She was still working off the adrenaline, still processing the numbness, but a small part of her did believe him.
Still, she would be tolerable company only to a few people who understood what she was going through; Margaery had a brother of her own, but Dean. Besides Hansel, he was the only one left here she felt knew what she was feeling with every painful clarity.
She tensed a little as he manipulated her right arm to wrap the elbow after he'd cleaned it, releasing a deliberately slow breath through her nose to keep herself still.
"Until then, I feel like I could still do more damage," she promised, her voice low. When he looked at her, she could tell he knew she wanted to burn this place to the ground.