"Mm-mm," Elsa says, head shaking minutely. There's something so irresistibly tender about being held like this, and for a little bit, the leg doesn't matter. Sitting here, so close, so wanted, she feels so utterly loved, and nothing else in the world could matter as much as that. Even injured, she feels, she's impossibly lucky. Has anyone ever been so lucky as her? Has anyone ever had such a beautiful, clever, wonderful girlfriend or loved so much? She turns her head slightly, enough to press a soft kiss to Jessica's palm. "More please."