She was just putting her fork down on her empty plate, but immediately she raises her eyebrows in concern. "You all right?"

Between the walk to the store and sitting here for a while with his leg bent under a table, he's probably had about enough.

"You need to go upstairs and get propped up?"

He could take off those jeans (which she only thinks about a second or two longer than she needs to), clean the wound, and kick back for a while. And she'd take the opportunity to break away and finish getting her things together.

Once she sees him to his room.