Anne huffs softly but does as he asks, not willing to put him off. He worries too much, but there's no stopping him from it. Better to let him clean her up. That and it's nice, how gentle he is with her, has always been with her. She lets her eyes settle on his hands as he dabs at the blood.

"Mad Sweeney," she says with a little smirk. "Asked him for a fight and he obliged."

A simple answer for what, to her, is a simple question. She lifts her head, letting Jack see that hint of a smile. "Fights like a wild animal. I wanted the practice." The smile disappears into a brief wince as she shifts her weight, feeling the tenderness along her ribs. "Needed it, clearly."