What she really wanted to do was hold him, but she knew she was more likely to cause him pain than comfort and she'd never do that. Oh, they argued. They had for years, that was nothing new. But a physical pain? No, that she couldn't do.
So instead she just held tightly to the weathered hand in hers and leaned down, pressing a kiss to a non bruised part of his face. And there weren't many. She'd never seen him like this. Oh, she imagined he'd looked this way during the war at times, but she hadn't been there. In her mind, Robin was nearly always the picture of perfect health. Minor injuries at best. This? This scared her. "I know you don't," she confirmed, her eyes watching him darkly. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to be for long. Just till they know you won't have an infection settling in." Again. She couldn't face that. "Then I'll take you home and pamper you."