Diana gave him a look, not even bother to hide the distrust in her eyes.

She really didn't want Howard anywhere near when she was injured, much less actually touching her. And the boy probably felt the same way.

But despite this, they would really be no use to each other if they were injured. Even distractions needed to be able to run, if only so the creatures followed them instead and left you alone.

And turning down help from a medic would be a foolish waste and most likely would just haunt her later.

With this in mind, Diana lifted her sore arm out, presenting it to Howard.

"If you want."