[She pets his hair into place, wipes away a trace of tear on his cheek. Pats his back and lets him go, if he wants, or lets him stay in her arms, if he wants that instead.]
Of course.
. . . Do you need a shower, maybe? [A tactful indication that he is still covered in blood and, you know. Stuff.]
spam
Of course.
. . . Do you need a shower, maybe? [A tactful indication that he is still covered in blood and, you know. Stuff.]