[strength score . . . . . . bad, but it's fine, probably. He doesn't give her any sort of pity looks or anything at that hiss, since she'd likely hate that shit. Just a few little more of those almost automatic alright come on and you're fine's like you're talking to a kid that fell over instead of a almost grown adult who clearly got smooshed by something.]

You aren't an invalid - you walked on, what is this? Two broken legs all the way to your damn room? And you aren't a burden. Barely weigh anything. Whole point of having a group is you can lean on each other. [Fuck you, this is definitely a collaborative exercise?] I'm sure you either saved their arses from something earlier or you'll get them next fight that comes around. You fought something and survived, and that's all that matters right now.