It was sweet, she thought, caught halfway between a grin and a grimace, that he was so concerned and hovering over her like a worried mother.

The mental image that presented made her realize that the pain was starting to make her just a little odd. She couldn't do much about her ribs, not here, but she could at least correct the shoulder problem. It would have been easier with someone else to do it for her, but Jolt, as gentle as she was sure he'd be, was still much too powerful for work that delicate.

But...

"I'm... going to set my shoulder back in place." Naomi sounded breathless, but she didn't want to risk taking deep breaths when she didn't know how bad of a shape her ribs were in. "It... might help... if I lean against you for it."

It's going to hurt like hell, went unsaid.