Hopefully he wouldn't worry about his bandages on Karla's account. Right now, half the island could wander through, performing a naked song and dance number, and she'd be too exhausted to care. *S'good to know your limits,* she agreed on a psychic thread. Physically talking right now would take far too much energy.

*Hey. Put your hand down about shoulder height.* She firmed the air in front of him with Craft. Watching him keep moving was making her even more tired.