[ The hand doesn't go unnoticed, her gaze lingering there for a second before finally deciding against it. As irrational as it seems, she can't bring herself to take a helping hand even if she needed it. Nothing against you, Jonas; she has some very specific hang-ups.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the tense energy she holds in her shoulders abates slightly. Good, he's all right. She doesn't know what she would do if someone she knew was hurt. Waving a hand dismissively, a reassuring smile spreads across cracked lips. ]

Not directly, I got this body-blocking for someone else. Don't worry about it, it looks a lot worse than it feels. I'll clean up when I can.

[ The "when I can" could be anywhere between a few minutes from now or when she finally manages to meander back to her door, to lick her wounds in private. He can probably guess which is more likely, especially with the unusual calm she wears like a cloak around her. ]

I'm glad you're okay... to a point. Don't go losing your mind on me, though, okay Jonas?