He tenses, freezes in place to feel her unfamiliar arms around him. She's supposed to be smaller than him, a fragile person who is easy to pick up, to carry away from danger. His head is still spinning from exertion, confusion and pain, so he doesn't risk moving or pushing her away, as strange as it feels to be held by this person that he doesn't know.

"...It's already stopped bleeding," he whispers. "I just need to clean myself up."