Yeshua sighed and smiled sadly. "Mary, your legs are terrible, even with the cuts and blood gone. You're not a bother. Really, you're not. If you were bothersome, would I have traveled together with you? Would I have tried to protect you?"

He loved Mary, but sometimes she could be stubborn, thinking that she was a burden to the ones around her, even when she wasn't. He placed on hand over the one that held her leg, as a reassuring gesture before putting his other hand on her hurt leg. Skin-to-skin contact always worked better, but this would probably be fine. Using his powers, Yeshua tried to heal Mary's broken leg.