[ Truth be told, he's not wrong in thinking that she'd be pretty badly off right now. Her focus is still shot, and in reality it's only her desperate want for him to feel as good as she does that sees her through; her mind is still very much clouded by her imagination and the thought of what he would do to her with his tongue if he weren't confined by his injury and her words. It's not helped by the moans he makes, the way his tongue slips along her fingers as she feels him spill over her other hand, sending more shudders of pleasure down her spine.

Her fingers stroke over him once, twice more, gathering his seed as she nurses him throughout his release, and then she pulls back, that hand lifting to her lips so she can clean her fingers off with her tongue just as he is doing, her eyes on his the whole time—

(and Archons be damned if it doesn't send another spark of pleasure right between her legs)

—before she withdraws her fingers from her mouth and his, her breath still short on her lips. ]

I want you to know that if you ever get hurt like this again, I...

[ She pauses, shaking her head. Honestly, she's not even sure what she would do, between all the different ways her brain is pulling her on the subject: would she cry again like she did before? Rage? Tie him to the bed and not let him touch her until he's healed? Perhaps all of the above, even if this time has proven that her reaction is far more physical than perhaps is good for him.

(Then again, that might have had something to do with those unspoken feelings burning in her breast.) ]

Just... don't get hurt again. And... [ She smiles, an expression somewhat teasing as she shakes her head. ] And hurry and get better so you can show me what you were thinking of for real this time.