That is also how she knows that the hurting is worse than he's allowing her to see. But it's probably best for the both of them if she doesn't push and prod at him to admit to pain she already sees for herself that he's feeling. So, she'll continue holding the towel against his hand, and once the bleeding is done, she'll continue taking care of it to best of her ability, bacta and bandage alike.

She shakes her head again, surprised and touched by the promise. Now that she's less panic-stricken, she realizes how ridiculous it even was to realize that she'd find herself left alone on the lonely desert planet when he's never given her any indications that he wasn't happy with her presence on his ship, or ... with her, personally.

"No - I ... I'm sorry for - for ... breaking your glass. I hate that I hurt you!"