Slowly she turns around, quiet and subdued. Distantly she notes he didn't scream. She screamed, and nothing actually happened to her. He had... has? Still has? A hole in him, and he's just sitting there, looking a little goofy with purple shreds of cloth wrapped around his shoulder.

Shamefaced, she ducks her head. If he would think less of her for not going out in the mud...
"Sorry."