"Well. Undoubtedly. Especially when you're thanking me after I win." He does a tidy job of patching her together, but there's no way for it not to be an unpleasant experience. His nose is wrinkled throughout from the smell of her baked flesh.

"There. That's the best I can do for you." He sits back, concern knitting a wrinkle into his forehead. "Can you stand?"