"Sorry no can do," Peter said shaking his head and laughing softly as she asked for her mascara, "You'd end up poking yourself in the eye and then where would we be?" Really he was looking out for her well being. He was a saint, and maybe he liked teasing her just a little, despite the circumstances. Or maybe because of them - it was hard to say really. What he did know was that she needed some help.
He really did need to stop trying to make her laugh, he winced a little as she wrapped a hand around herself, clearly hurting. What was more pressing though was getting her comfortable and the couch was just not gonna do it - she'd been too good putting up with it for as long as she had but she needed a real actual bed so she could actually get some decent rest.
"So what do you think?" Peter asked, "You up to walking that far? Or should you just let me carry you?" As much as he was ready to simply do just that he wasn't about to go picking her up without her telling him he could.