Lita nods and offers a small, appreciative smile. It's as much as she feels is appropriate, given the situation. She's incredibly grateful for Sol's easy nature, even temper, and quiet strength, especially now. In her years in the field, Lita has seen family members react to their loved ones in pain in any number of ways and Sol's demeanor is soothing and likely not only to herself. On top of Torrie's obvious discomfort, there was still a palpable tension between Lita and her former friend and Lita was glad to have Sol there as a middle man.
"That does sound very efficient," Lita says, pretending to think about it. "But we better hold off. You know, as a last resort."
Having given Torrie a few moments to catch her breath and collect herself, Lita started assembling her instruments. She didn't think Torrie would need stitches but she wouldn't be able to tell until she got a look at the wound.
"Now that the hard part of out of the way," Lita says, trying to keep her tone light and professional despite the torrent of emotions she was feeling. "Patching up your abdomen should a piece of cake. I mean, all things considering."
There was little chance that Torrie was going to go to the authorities about what had transpired; Lita wasn't sure who Torrie could trust with the information. Looking at her patient; bruised, bleeding, and broken, Lita hates that they have so little options. She wants someone to answer for what they've done to someone she cares about. Cared, she reminds herself. Cared about.
"You didn't happen to get a look at this guy, did you?" Lita asks, waiting for Torrie to lie back for her exam. Lita braces herself for the caustic, biting reply she's certain she'll receive. She knows she deserves Torrie's censure and anger; that's what happens when you abandon someone who needs you.