[That look from Hawke tells her everything, and while Chris can't see her face, she nods to him. Fuck sleep. There's vengeance to be had.

She refocuses as she's given tasks, one hand out to the cleric before he can turn her away, then immediately moving to the edge of bandages as instructed. She waits for the mage's signal before making any movements, peeling away the strips of fabric when given leave to do so.]

I can do both. I have two hands, Chris.

[It's not chiding, merely a statement of fact. Her voice remains soft and calm as she speaks, her rage contained for now. And as soon as Hawke is working his magic, the bandages around Chris' torso removed enough that she doesn't require both hands for it? She's slipping her hand into her friend's to-- keep him from hurting himself further, it seems. The realization makes her frown, reminding her of his state at the bonfire after the Pit. Of course he would do this. Of course he would feel the need for this.

She doesn't call attention to it. It's not helpful right now. They can talk about it later, after he's healed and recovered at home. Maybe he never will be, and that conversation will never come, but it doesn't matter right now. Those are thoughts for later.]

You aren't hurting me, [she murmurs, close to Chris' ear.] Take what you need of me. I have everything to give right now.