She looked up to him as he said that. She knows that tone. The statement. He's looking for reassurance. She'd used that tone often as well, when needing reassurance.

She nodded, going back to work, cleaning his first wrist off. "You helped me. When no one else would. Now it's my turn, okay?"

She reached over and took out a cookie, moving to place it in his other hand that she wasn't working on. "Eat this. It will help a bit." She then smiled, faintly. "Me and a cookie. We will help." When she was sure the bleeding was taken care of as well as she could, pressure to keep it closed, she would start the stitches. She's done this a few times before now. "This will pinch..."