[ When they're both seated, her innocence far too still.. in tact dive into what could be going off in Jack's mind. Elizabeth smiles a bit when he mentions trust and she wishes she could fully say the same. It's clear now that there's reasons to keep guard up. Whatever it's worth, she didn't mind his company, though. ]

Even if you didn't trust me, you'd be stupid to let this go untreated. [ Concern??? Annoyance??? Whatever she felt, that's what she expressed with her firm tone. Luckily for Jack, he gets the easy part first!

Her hand dips into the cleansing wipes that were long since dry, but lucky, she's wiping away very wet blood. ]

Just stay focused on me. [ In regards to her knees. ] I did that to myself in my fluster. That can wait.

[ They...hurt, but she's repeating: 'stay focused on me' to him softly, hushed as she begins to drag the wipe against his face. Following the line of his cut, she's close enough to her where he can hear every steady, cautious breath. She won't stop until she at least cleans the blood from his forehead, cheek, and nose to get a better look at the cut. ]

You're most likely going to need stitches. I can do this, but it probably won't be the best. Do you trust me on that?