Alan watched her as she started to awaken. The initial panic seemed to subside quickly as she looked at his arm her eyes widen as she saw it. Alan wondered why he hadnâ€™t hidden his arm from her sight. The last thing she needed to be worrying over was him. But it appeared that was exactly what she was going to do.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"A-Alex, Alex, your arm... We need to get you patched up.â€</span>Was she serious? Her room had just been lit aflame and she was worried about his burn? From the look in her eyes he could tell she felt guilty. He wanted to tell her it wasnâ€™t her fault that someone wanted her dead, but at this point he wasnâ€™t sure how that would be taken. Why did he care about comforting her anyway?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Because sheâ€™s you charge and when sheâ€™s distressed bad things can happen.</span>His mind was quick to justify the feeling but the doubt remained.<br/><br/>â€œYou need to stay put. I'm fine." He said watching her carefully; she was fatigued that much was apparent. But it didnâ€™t look like this battle was going to be easy to win.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No, I'm not staying put. You can't protect me if you're not well yourself,"</span>While she had a point he was well aware of his abilities and he knew that even with his arm injured he could keep her safe. Pain was simply a message. Ignore the message, ignore the pain. It was easy enough.<br/><br/>"I've had worse. It'll heal just fine by itself. You need to give your body a chance to process what just happened." He said clearly not budging. Though he was starting to feel out of touch with the extremity. Perhaps this was worse than he had thought originally thought. He had yet to look at the burn due to lack of giving a damn what happened to him, some considered it a death wish, he considered it an asset. If he didnâ€™t give a damn about himself he could protect those he cared about with his life.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Let me help you or you're going to become a detriment rather than asset. That burn needs to be taken care of. Now. How do you expect to help me with your arm like that anyhow?"</span>Gods, she was sounding more like his mother by the minute. While her reasoning made sense he didnâ€™t want her to become under the impression that she needed to watch over him. The last thing Alan needed was her looking over her shoulder at him when she should be staring straight ahead watching out for herself.<br/><br/>He waved his arm around. Then pulled out his blaster, before holstering it quickly. There was nothing on his face to show the action pained him at all. "The same way I would if my arm was fine." He ignored the pain that shot up his arm, making him feel as if his arm was once again on fire. Not a flicker of pain passed over his features, though his eyes had more than likely betrayed him, that didnâ€™t matter because of his lovely blackout shades.<br/><br/>She stared at him and he felt the need to shift under her gaze even if she couldnâ€™t see his eyes. He didnâ€™t move though, didnâ€™t betray that her gaze made him feel like a recalcitrant child.<span style="font-style: italic">"Look. I'm perfectly fine. I was just in shock, nothing I can't handle. Momentary lapse."</span>He watched her sit up and leaned forward almost imperceptibly to catch her in case she fell.  He saw her tense, refusing to fall. He had to admit he respected her fire.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œYou have a physical injury, something that can become infected, and looks incredibly serious. Now, to protect me, my father has solicited the best. We can't have the best if your arm contracts gangrene and we have to amputate it."</span>While he grudgingly admitted that she was right (he was quite fond of his arm after all) he was still more concerned about her safety then he was about his arm. His arm could be patched soon but she clearly wasnâ€™t moving until he agreed to let her treat him. That much he could tell by the way she was staring at him, searching for eyes he knew she couldnâ€™t see.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Can we count on the best? Will you let me treat you? Or are you willing to chance it and jeopardize everything after what just happened?"</span>He stared at her for a moment longer, wondering if he was capable of allowing someone he hardly knew to work on him. He could have fixed himself up on his own, but he didnâ€™t see the need.<br/>Alan sighed and looked at his feet for a moment then he looked back up at her deciding to indulge her. If it meant she would stop worrying and focus on what needed to happen. He nodded once, wondering if she realized the amount of trust he was giving her.<br/><br/>â€œVery wellâ€¦. Do what you will. But then, we find a safer place for you stay. And I get to choose.â€ His voice was low enough that she could hear him, but the others buzzing around them would hear only the low murmur of his voice.