Elle pretends not to see his look.

She hisses in sympathy when she sees his injuries. Those don't look pleasant.

"Alright, can you lift your shirt? And your pant leg? I need to see what we should deal with first," she sets down the disinfectant wipes and goes looking for a pair of sterile gloves, ibuprofen, a cold pack, and burn cream-- then stands up and rifles around the sleigh for a water bottle.