[She continues petting him, then, gently preening out the dried blood on his jaws with her slender fingers. She's also discretely checking him with her eyes for anything that's visibly wounded or out of place.]

If all else fails, the fountain is here, too. I'll help in whatever way I can.

[But also, like. She thinks of him as way more capable than she will ever be. Lilies are scrappy. They can take care of themselves if that's what they want to do. She fully expects the best way she can help is to leave him tf alone, probably.]