[Unconsciously, Psyche relaxed a little bit with the looser touch. However, the awkwardness remains, albeit for different reasons. Such as, the 'pretty girl' comment, which caused her to blink, twice, and then promptly choose to push past that descriptor and focus on the 'offer'.]

U-um-well-I don't need anything like that... [Bruising aside, her long, slim fingers had callousing on them and her nails had been clipped short. Something like that would be wasted on her. After a moment's thought, however, she slowly nodded]

However, the snack tables had some cold drinks. That'd probably make a good ice pack or something.

[Or just something for him to use if he needed it from his fall.]