She hated this. She hated his hand on her face and his arm around her, she hated the pity, she hated having to blow a gasket in earshot of the entire Infirmary before he could show her anything except anger. But all she could really do was struggle like an angry kitten, so she just scraped up what was left of her dignity and went slack under his arm, ducking her chin down so any view of her face would be lost under her hair.