Obediently, mechanically, robotically, she went to get the ice pack, and the First Aid kit, and then sat on the floor by Steve's chair.

Icing her legs would eliminate any further opportunities for movement, no matter how sore they were. Tara finally settled for moving it into place just on her shoulder blade, signing in relief as the cold started to ease away the ache of the injury. With her other hand, she flipped open the kit to check what was there with what might be considered a disturbingly good eye for detail and use.

It was well stocked, and she'd done a lot more with a lot less.

"Um, I...I'm a bit hungry. I guess I could eat. Um, th-thank you."

She took out a roll of gauze bandages and stared fixedly at it, clearly trying to gather her courage together. After a few seconds, Tara added in a voice that was almost a whisper:

"...c-can I ask another question?"