Sparrow shook her head and kicked him in the leg. She winced when she made the motion, but she didn't care. "You're being a prat, Falcon. I've known you for a while, and I know that you need to take care of yourself. So go eat something. Now." She shook her head again and folded her arms as she watched him. "Stop thinking about me. Yes, I'm wounded. Yes, I got messed up in that fight. You know that I'm not going to stop moving long enough for them to heal right unless you tie me down and force me to sit still. And no, that's not an invitation." She held her hand out to him, waiting for him to take it and come with her.