((Watch your god-modding. I'm ok with her getting scratches, but I'm the one who needs to allocate them. Just a heads up.))
She shrugged, putting a hand to her face. She winced slightly at the scratches. A twinge shot up her right leg, but she was too focused on him to notice. Mostly it itched. "It's ok. I've had worse. Maybe we should...take to the sky." She looked a little unsure of actually doing it. She hated flying. "How do they know it's not from ou--your planet." She sort of shook her head. "Of course they don't suspect another Andalite. We're the ****ing gods of the universe! Plus, morphing would get rid of your injuries."
She glanced down, noticing that blood was soaking her right pants leg. "Yeah...I might need to do that soon."