Judas's chest heaved as he started to get his breath back. "fuck," he murmured. He didn't want serious hurt here. He watched her a moment, then picked up the towel and shook it out.
"Here," he said, and lifted her off the ground, the towel dropped over her lap. He thought about setting her on the bar stool but he'd have to kneel in the glass to get a proper look, so instead carried her the few feet to his bedroom and sat her on his bed. "Lean back a bit." He rested her foot on his hand and gently pulled the large piece of glass out of her foot. He held the end of the towel over the cut. "There's a first aid kit in the bathroom, are you okay if I go get it?"