( His own hands are gentle, careful, as he closes his fingers around her hands. Slowly, his eyes travel over the smears of blood, brows furrowing slowly at the lack of any injuries. Is this... all from that thing? Or something else? Leon has a thought, briefly, that he feels like he's missing something entirely here. Though her words - I don't stay hurt - make one piece click into place even if it leaves him with more questions.

He's slow to pull his hands away, lifting his attention back to her face with a small, tired smile. ) Yeah, I'd say you're pretty good. ( She'd really held her own out there, and as much as he has feelings about a kid being put in danger like that, he's grateful for the help. And that she's okay. )

What do you mean, you don't stay hurt?

( Ah, and then she's turning that look up at him. Being... told to worry about himself? He does look visibly caught off guard, and his lips part like he's about to say something. Insist that he's fine, but he knows that's a lie. What he manages instead is a soft little huff as he shakes his head, reaching up to rub a hand across the back of his neck. )

Yeah. I should probably be more careful.

( But as he looks down at her, he has the thought that it feels weird. Being scolded by a little girl. )