Hey hey, c'mon. Wait a second. Let me look at that.

[It doesn't seem like he's going to leap back into action, so she abandons the rail in favor of crouching down to get a look at his leg. It stinks that it cut through his jeans, and really isn't great that he's cut. But they can treat it whenever they find civilization again. Still, she likes fussing over him so she goes to the bike and finds a clean handkerchief so she can dab up the blood.]

I bet if we work it off the posts, it'll be free. Let's try kicking and shoving the posts away. Is your leg okay?

[They're wood. How hard can that be?]