Holiday just stood there and gave him an unforgiving stare for a moment. She didn't want anyone fixing her hand except for her, because it belonged to her. In her own way, it was her own small rebellion.

But wounds meant weakness and weakness meant death and it wasn't like she could just push everyone away and survive completely without help.

"It's fine," she answered even as she brought it up to show him while her eyes traveled back to the floor.