Elspeth sponged away the blood and grime and held his hand for a second longer than necessary before turning back to rinse out the cloth in the sink. She hung it to dry before turning around again to look at him. He looked like shit. She should be sympathetic. She should probably put him to bed, not TAKE him to bed, which was something different, but she didn't really want to do either.
She should be happy he came here when he needed taking care of, but somehow knowing he'd sought her out only stung a little in places she didn't want to admit were tender.