[Mary is prepared to lecture him about being careful and keeping his nose out of other people's problems, but then he mentions a girl and the complaints die before she can give them form. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Even so, she sighs heavily as she attaches the monitor and starts inspecting the damage.]

You really can't help but be a big softy, can you?

[The biological damage is obvious, skin and sinew bloody and torn. The meter will tell about the technological damage when it's done running its assessment.]

What was a girl doing out in the Forest of the Felled, anyway? Someone should've warned her that it's dangerous out there.