Celia's nose scrunched slightly when he took the ice pack down, seeing the actual injury for the first time. Her eyebrows raised when he said what happened, her eyes widening. "You flew into a tree? Ouch!" she said, biting her lip. "But sober is good. Drunk flying is a very bad idea."
She stepped away to grab a jar off the counter, offering him a soft smile. "I'm assuming it hurts? Is it a sharp or dull pain?"