It’s an odd sensation, like her skin purposely knitting itself together, stitch by stitch. The heat starts to subside around the swelling, her fingers flexing as the blood starts to flow properly again.

She huffs a chuckle, because yes, she knows all that. But Leonard’s in business mode, and she’s learned that trying to distract him after a day like today won’t be met with much amusement. Not yet, anyway.

She offers her other arm, toying with the sleeve of his uniform cuffed at his wrist. “Yours. The replicator in your room makes a better peach cobbler.”