On Jakku if she was ever hurt, there was really only one option when it came to taking care of it. She couldn't, or maybe just wouldn't, trade her salvage for medicine unless it was something particularly life threatening when she could trade for food. Occasionally she'd get lucky and find first aid kits on old ships, but for the most part all she ever did when hurt was wait it out.

It hasn't even occurred to her to go to the infirmary when Han and now Bull are there, not when all she needs is a few days and her injuries will have healed on their own.

But that's not really what she's thinking of now. She's thinking of how much she's come to like being touched like this, about how much she likes to see Tommy looking so content. Han's death still matters, it will always matter, but the pain of it is fading so fast now she's having time to realize that isn't the only thing she's feeling right now.

His question breaks her out of that line of thought, though, and she blinks when she realizes she didn't answer and she should do that.

"It'll go away eventually," she says, bringing a hand up to check the swelling. "I usually heal quickly."