Yeah—I get it.

[Waggles her left hand, which already feels odd staying attached for so long.]

Can I...?

[Though she doesn’t really wait for permission to bare his arms, carefully laying them straight. And digging a little further in the fridge, she pulls out some ice packs; thinks some more and stands, hunting through the cabinets]

You should put ’em in slings so you rest them for once...