[ Elizabeth cries out when he grabs at her wrist and instinctively, she drops her bad arm down onto his elbow to break the hold. It was all too fast. If he can make bad choices, so can she. She winces a bit from how quickly she moved and pulls away. ]

Let - ugh!

[ He's stubborn as fuck and she's not in the fucking mood, so she'll immediately glare at him. ]

Franziska and - if you lay your hand on me like that again, I'll care less about what state you're in.

[ Threatening? After what's been happening? Of course. However, the anger subsides a bit and she honestly... seems a bit concerned. Her eyes soften and she takes a step back, gingerly touching the brace on her wrist. She's too tired, let her rest. ]

Answer my question. What happened to you? You're not going near that body like this.