[ it's too late. She's already on the receiving of the Disapproving Zara Gaze(TM), and nothing can be done to stop it. He puts aside the matter of his coat and how Mary fits into his life for the moment to concentrate on mothering in full force. ]

It is important. I thought you'd seemed unsteady on your feet earlier... It's painful, isn't it? You shouldn't exacerbate the injury.

[ another pause while he thinks. Well, he's not exactly a big beefcake like Nesso - not by a long shot - but Mary is basically a powderpuff. ]

I'll carry you on my back until we find shelter and I can dress your injuries.