[ His other hand closes around their entwined fingers, squeezing gently as he tries not to dwell on Hilda's wounds. He can't recall ever seeing her so weak, and he's certainly never seen her laid up like this, but despite all of that, Hilda tries to soothe him.

He swallows and offers a reassuring smile, nodding. ]

Yeah, of course. Back on your feet in no time, yeah?

[ Blake looks down at their hands and checks on Hilda's nails. ]

You got a file handy? Bet you could use a little pamperin' while you tell me what's up.