"Tristran," she scolds (once she's caught her breath, of course), voice lowering mildly and lips pulling into a slight frown - shifting enough to pull herself up over him and bracing herself on her hands. "Shouldn't be doing that if you are still hurt."

Her stern-face isn't quite up to snuff, but it's making a rather valiant effort.

"Not to say that I do not appreciate the sudden attention, of course."

And does she ever.

"Just," she drops a quick kiss onto his nose, only to flick it in reprimand a moment later. "When you are better, yes?"