"Am I bleeding?" Her voice sounded off, even to her own ears. It was too high and she was breathing through the words. Standing up hurt. The fact that he was still pressing the handkerchief to her head was a good enough answer. "I'll keep that in mind next time."
She leaned heavily on him as they went down the stairs. "Hope I didn't wake you or anything," she said. Making conversation helped her to not focus on the full body ache. And to delay a speech, which she suspected would be coming eventually. She whimpered when she put too much weight on a leg. "So how's tricks at the mansion?" she asked in that same pained voice.