Moira doesn't know why she's so determined to take care of him. It's certainly more than this place and his broken ankle, and the thought frustrates her beyond belief. Since when did James' well-being mean so much to her? It's unsettling, yet the feeling refuses to leave. Goddamn it.

"Well, now I know you're in pain because you're not arguing," she says, leaning down and all but sweeping him up into her arms, tossing him over her shoulder because it's easier that way. "Let me know if I jostle you or anything hurts, okay?"