[ Wanda's pout only serves to make the corners of his lips twitch. Depending on how good her eyesight is though, he may be momentarily saved from any further protest or stray punches by the darkness brought on by the blackout.

To his credit he doesn't drop the ice unceremoniously on her face. Rather, he hands it to her properly, the chill seeping through the tea towel already making his fingers cool to the touch. With the ice safely transferred he decides hovering (or maybe looming is a better word for it) probably won't do him any favours or put her at ease so he drops onto the side of the bed causing the mattress to sink a little with his added weight. ]

It's the least I can do. I broke your nose, remember? [ A pause as he glances at her. ] You'll probably want to take the painkillers before you leave. It'll keep the swelling down.