"You'll hear no grousing," she promised. Hand-in-hand and fingers-to-neck, she took her sweet time in crouching low -- addressing a controlled tumble onto her knees. Strong or not -- independent or not -- Peggy was all too aware that she needed help. And help would not be turned away, so long as they needed to be together regardless of the situation. "I'm not afraid of a little well-meant charity, Logan."

After all, he hadn't fussed before now. Not truly. So he couldn't have cared that much to see a woman busted up and bruising -- not any more or less than he would a comrade, and she respected that restraint.

"The spare blanket might be a bit much, however," but she made her criticism with a dry smirk. Having a bit of a laugh at his expense, because to laugh at her own was (perhaps) a little too tragic. Either way, she can't have minded the blanket overly much because she was willing enough to sink down and lay on her side.