[Normally, he wouldn't push. He wouldn't pry. But this isn't normal, and despite that grin as he comes back with stronger bandages to wrap her arm, he wants to push. He wants to know. About her, about what she was-- about whatever hurt her. But that last urge is much weaker and he shakes it off. Chalk that up to jealousy over the fact that he didn't leave deep cuts in her skin himself.]

Your brother? Some family. Goes crazy and attacks you? Anna, that's bullshit. You'd be safer with me.

[He sets the clean bandages down and reaches for her arm again, much more careful this time, and starts removing the bloodied ones.] Girl, you might need t'stitch this up. Don't know if wrapping's gonna cut it.