[He's withdrawn to himself for a day or so after all the fighting, because wartime PTSD is a bitch, but as he's finally decided that trying to drink himself to oblivion while he's miraculously developed a resistance to all alcohol (must be the alcohol here, it's probably weird) isn't a bright idea and is venturing out... wow, Emma, way to give him more flashbacks.]
[Except this time the flashbacks aren't of war, exactly, or at least not of battles -- because for a moment, he sees those injuries, he sees the way she's still holding together and leading people and he sees a woman who reminds him so much of Steve in that instant that it actually hurts a little.]
[SO OF COURSE what he does is completely instinctual; he marches up to her, gives her a respectful nod before promptly grabbing her arm (gently enough, though, careful not to agitate her injuries) and marching her to the nearest available place where she can sit down and her injuries can be treated to.]
My apologies, Emma, but I ain't gonna watch that a second longer. If you wanna keep leading the people, you gotta take care of yourself first. Leading by example's a big thing, nowadays.