Kat is right, he needs ice, he needs to sit, but still he gets the water and the cloth and sets them near Dan before he disappears toward the bedroom himself. He passes Kat in the hall, giving her a tired, gentle smile as they move past one another. In the bedroom, he quickly strips out his jeans, wincing at the sight of his knee and the purpling bruise that's spreading downward.

He can ignore it for now, however, and he pulls on a pair of loose sweat pants, then limps back to where he's left Dan. It's a relief to have Kat here with him, both because he knows he needs her help and because it gives him a reason to keep himself together. With an audience, it's a bit easier to convince himself he would have pulled this daring rescue for anyone, even though he knows that isn't true. He wouldn't have left Kat alone here for just anyone. She's a priority in his life. It takes some special kind of connection for him to have left her behind, even knowing she was protected by Sabrina's magic.

"You're a blessing," he says to Kat as he sits and pulls his chair closer to Dan. Dipping the cloth into the warm water, he wrings it out, then offers it to Dan to clean off his face. Reaching forward once his hands are free, he unzips his coat, now on Dan's shoulders, to look at the raw skin of his neck.