Steph has bandaged and cleaned the wound fairly neatly. She really wants to get a magic healer, but not when Dick's so woozy he can't give consent, because she knows what they're like about magic.

"You're coming upstairs to rest," she says, "and I don't wanna hear any complaining. You're not leaving till you sleep properly."

She shakes her skate-rug out of her pocket, snapping it into rigidity, and pushes it towards him. "Sit on this and I'll take you upstairs. That way you don't have to move."