"It's fine, Abel," she said with a small sigh, pulling the pillow away. "It just sucks in the meantime."
She grinned up at him sheepishly, sitting up. "Not exactly. But that's fine. I appreciate the effort."
She squinted at him before pointing at one welt on her neck that snuck across her cheek. "I don't need you to do this. It's self-pitying and vain. It just sucks, that's all."
She laughed slightly, leaning back. "That one. You look disappointed or frustrated or... something. Is it about the explosives?"