He watched her try, and saw the look on her face as the pain hit. The bruises on her face were growing, and the swelling still had not gone down. She was the image of pain, and it sickened him. It was odd to see a glint of humor in her eyes when she looked up at him, until he figured out why. She enjoyed being held by him. He made a note to use that as often as he needed to keep her from hurting herself.<br/><br/>A smirk spread his lips slightly as he bent over her, "We'll take it slow. There is no rush. Tell me if it hurts, alright?"<br/><br/>He gently slid his arms around her and lifted her gently, cradling her to keep from pulling her wounds.