"Stupid," was the only responce she made to his words, though now it was unclear if this was aimed referring to him or something else.
She pulled herself away.
"I'll clean myself up," she muttered, not looking him in the face as she turned away, her cheeks a little flushed. "Talk to the bird man."
She looked over at Milo.
"And my father always said it's good manners for a gentleman to introduce himself," she said.
With that, she moved toward the waterfall, running her wounded hand under it. The pressure made it sting, but she waited until she thought it was clean and pulled it out, then tore off some fabric and wrapped it around. She looked in the waterfall which gave her a good reflection of herself. The wound from her head was still stitched, but no longer bound with the cloth. She must look like some sort of monster herself. 
She smiled at that thought. She always had injuries. That was why Robin....
She bit her lip. She missed her brother. She wished she could talk to him.