"At what? I don't think you need to practice making your knuckles bleed," Sam said, trying to break the tension with his usual humor. Still, he can't keep it going for long since he is actually very concerned right now. Sam knows there is a time and place for his humor and now might not be it.

He frowns, crossing his arms, "Seriously. What's going on? And while we're at it...let me take care of your hand." He keeps his bag with him most of the time and a few supplies that could come in handy if he was caught unaware -- one of which is some torn cloth he can use for various things. He pulls it out, holding it up as an offering to her.