[It's such a relief to see the Jim in Jim again. He's exhausted and hurt, no doubt, but the kindness is back in his eyes, and the laughter isn't haunted and cruel. He's him again, no doubt about it.

At his question, she glances down at herself to take in her own state. She's in one piece, at least, but the scruffle has left a little bit of a mark. Everything hurts thanks to the electrocution, and one of the nails he shot must have scratched her arm, so there's a tear in the fabric of her suit, and a tracing of blood, but other than probably needing a new tetanus shot, and a really, really long nap, she was good.]

I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. [Physically, this was nothing. And she certainly wasn't going to think about everything he said to her, not when their mission wasn't done. Peter was still distracting Spock, and then there were the cages of people still trapped. No thinking was going to happen to let those words dig too deep, for now.]

I healed you, duh. But it looks like it only fixed the infection. Are you okay? Do you think you can walk? [Carrying him would be easy, of course, but some guys have feelings about being princess carried by a girl.]