Tris is practical back at her, and it's good: it helps her think. If she'd let people exclaim over her on the street it wouldn't have helped anything at all.

Blue can't help but smile a little at that. "Yes?" She practically speaking, needs the shower -- or possibly just careful un-graveling, she isn't quite sure about how water hitting all these scrapes is going to feel -- much more than she needs the kiss, but it sounds extremely nice.

"I'll be okay," she promises, because Tris's tone is pragmatic but her eyes are very worried, and she doesn't like that she's the one who's done that. "I just need to -- sit. And get clean, you're right, I -- ugh. Thank you..." Blue's not exactly sure what she would have done if Tris hadn't been here, either, she just sort of headed towards what was close and felt right.

It occurs to her, a little, that she'd done the same thing when she'd discovered Gansey gone: when she's hurting and doesn't know what to do about it she comes here.

God, she's an idiot.