There are two instincts warring in his head at the moment. The first, the most primal, is the one to be cared for and treated. Ren suspects that's what any living creature wants when it is in pain and he is far from immune from it. He's taken injury before and wanted his mother, of all people, even if his mother wants nothing to do with him. She'd made that plainly clear long ago when she'd sent him to his uncle for training.

The other is the desire to withdraw to prevent further injury, to skulk away to some cave or hidden place until the weakness is no longer so evident. This girl doesn't seem like much of a threat, though, even without the Force or a weapon; Ren is not only inches but at least a foot taller than she is. It would not be much of a fight. He thrusts out his hand, palm turned up, and lets her see it.

"It hurts but I don't think I'll die. At least not this time."