[ There's something very, very familiar in the way he reacts to it, in how he reassures her it will be fine. That he'll heal anyway. Something clenches in her chest at the feeling, but she resolutely stores it away. This wasn't Logan. She hadn't fussed over him that way in years.

So she lets him pull her in through the open window, sighing and keeping the kiss brief so she can... keep fussing. ]

Carbohydrates. You have to eat something substantial to help with the headache. [ She lands on her feet lightly, eyes traveling over the rest of him. The urge to keep at least one hand on him remains - so she keeps it on his cheek, dragging her fingers down gently from the mark and down to the scruff on his jaw. ]

... But after that, ice. Just because it will heal, does not mean it doesn't hurt, you silly man. At least do something to help with that.