[That look--heartbreaking really is the only word. A guilty puppy crossed with a look of sorrow from her dearest friend, or whatever he is now that she kissed him to prove his dog head wasn't monstrous or whatever it was she was going for with that whole thing.]
[She hands him the bandages with a smile, but instead of withdrawing, she reaches out to touch his cheek. Velvet instead of carapace is a little weird, but she expected it enough to not react.]
Please do not feel guilt. I was the one who fell on you.